The Day It RainedI watched the rain that wasn't falling on the ground that night.The Day It Rained1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
You wandered up to me and asked what I was doing. I lied.
I told you I was watching the clouds that weren't there,
because I thought it would make me sound less depressing.
Apparently, it didn't.
You squinted and tilted your head, a question on your lips.
I gave a weak sigh and tried to explain why I'd never answer.
Some things just can't be learned through logical questions.
If you don't understand, then just leave at goodbye.
Apparently, you didn't.
You don't talk to me when we pass on the sidewalk now.
I don't really know why I expected more from you.
My mind is far to strange for anyone to grasp it.
So I watch the rain that isn't falling again.
But apparently, it did.
Beast within the Beauty"Beast within the Beauty"Beast within the Beauty17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
He makes me laugh when I feel like crying,
Makes me smile when I feel like dying...
Starry nights & train-track crossings,
Makes a bed in my memory not yet tossing...
Sleeping peacefully, do not wake the Beast...
For its Darkness I shan't again keep,
Forever within my torn & tattered Soul,
For which these wildflowers now slowly grow...
Once was but a dead forest of black trees,
Now sprouts life with each laugh released...
Cradle the Beast, but don't raise your voice...
For the sleeping Darkness has no choice.
When awakened by the slightest touch,
Still so lively, still far too much...
Awake for so long, yet deep in slumber somehow...
Nightmares fade and the pain starts to simmer down.
Logic rationality sometimes shakes it's weary head,
Staring in the mirror at a reflection I once thought dead...
For what I see in the mirror is still so new to me,
It's hard to realize just what it is I see...
Hard enough to believe, at least...
For what I see is more Be
Prophecy - Storm is comingDo you feel the storm coming, brother? I saw him in my dreams. He will hurt us, like nothing else before.Prophecy - Storm is coming1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
You cannot know, but you have to.
So listen to my words, brother.
The rooms were empty,
The light was dead.
And silence. Deep silence.
I was looking for you,
But there was no one
No one everywhere.
I found you in the hall,
Sitting, standing, watching.
Father was judging him,
You know, who I mean.
And our brother's face
Looked like a desert on fire;
He could not do anything
To protect his child.
And I remember you,
Sitting in the bank,
Watching father's judgement.
Everyone knew how guilty
He was, but the moment when
Father sentenced him to death
Was the moment when
our brother's face changed
From a desert on fire to ice.
And I saw the desire in his eyes,
Brother, I saw it dying,
while watching you.
He turned around,
He left the hall,
His gaits were slowly
Like a broken man's gaits.
But no one noticed it.
But when he left the hall,
I heard an awkward sound.
The sound of a tree
059. ChallengedHer pen on the page,059. Challenged3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the words won't come.
On the edge of the ball-point,
Leaning over to look at their reflections
In the sheen of the blank, white page.
She tries to urge them,
Cooing, pleading, threatening,
But the words only retreat
To the deepest caves in the landscape
Of her mind.
Defeated, she too retreats
Into the atmosphere of music,
Where the lyrics and the rhythm
Express her thoughts and feelings
So much better
Than she could ever manage.
Abstract WritingThe SilentravelerAbstract Writing10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is a traveling painter who eats a lot and sleeps a lot. She’ll paint for you in exchange for rare herbs, minerals, information or a great song.
He has no gender and she has no age. There was no time where he was alive but she have always been and will always be just there.
It all started 274 photographs ago. When the world was too busy to look up from their virtual worlds, she was conceived. Next thing he knew he was having the oddest combination of Tilapia in creamy spinach sauce with the side of sweet fluffy pancakes. She was alone in an iHop with no one to talk to so he watched as the people conversed with her by their actions.
The waitresses who were huddled up by the entrance didn’t notice when she came in nor when he left but I doubt that anyone even cared. As she was strolling mindlessly around what’s there to Sea by the See. She found a tea cup that made into a chair. Or is it a chair made into a tea cup? With no other purpose greater than
The DreamerOnce, there was a dreamer,The Dreamer20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her head in the clouds,
and stars in her eyes.
They all say she never pays attention,
but she sees more than most.
They all call her dense,
and it’s almost true:
too many dark thoughts in one head.
No, the dreamer’s no fool,
no, the dreamer’s no fake,
she’s the quiet rebel that’s dying to live.
Once, there was a dreamer,
with tears in her eyes,
and secrets in her heart.
Once, there was a dreamer,
and then there was not.
Go MadWatch the clock tick,Go Mad22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you'll go mad,
but what if you watch it tick,
and you don't go mad at all?
Perhaps you've always been mad,
and no one took the time to notice...
28. LightLike a feather-weight voyage28. Light9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of drifting from the sun
the distance is never closed
its floating never done
creating shadows with a touch
it caresses all it sees
a softening of curves
giving angles their degrees
ALON3I linger the once heavily occupied streets of Chicago, Illinois. Nothing but sheer silence as the only sounds I hear are the steps of my own boots, the flaps of my coat and the frosted sighs escaping my mouth as the brisk, cold wind blows, the sun shining a gentle ray down on me. I keep my awareness up, having a handgun with only a few rounds. The robots have taken over. I am the last human in existence. I'm the only savior of Chicago. I have no true allies or enemies. My name is Aiden Pearce; and I am alone.ALON32 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sandy 'Button' WilcoSandy 'Button' Wilco4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a Dalmatian named Sandy,
Whose puppyhood was all fine and dandy.
But when her owners & family struck luck,
She looked at her mother as if she were a schmuck,
For her life was no longer as sweet as candy.
Sandy disliked her mother making her switch,
To the clean, strict, & boring life of the rich.
So, with a bit of luck, help, & charm,
Sandy moved from home & onto a free farm,
Glad to be free from a life she'd love to ditch.
102314don't blink, because if you blink you'll miss her1023146 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
something like gravity
tied into your bones
into your veins
and she'll drag you down
a turbulent mess of meat and blood
she'll drag you down
you will be a splatter on the pavement
forgotten soon enough
and she is a force of nature
girls left alone
in the dark
Without WeightWithout WeightWithout Weight6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have weighed
And found them
Honesty you swore
But now dearest
I no longer
HairIt's only after a hot showerHair7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'm wrapped up in my pajamas
Hair turbaned in a towel
That the wispy strands of my past life is revealed
He used to describe it as caramel and gold
Ugly, neutral brown
A near perfect curl
Hidden daily underneath the "real" me
Currently that's a dark splotchy purple
Result of using only one box
I do mean to re dye it
Smother the brown
Force it into the new natural order
But damn, That one little piece
Resisted the dye
Kept its ugly brownness
And maybe it's a trick of the light
But it might just shine
Or maybe caramel.
Let it not be Dark Anymore.Gentle quiet that vibrates and cools the night.Let it not be Dark Anymore.13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting restless, shifting dream to nightmare and back again.
Seek the noise, color, or song; must outpace maudlin thought.
Embrace scent, play, and even fantasy; leave me alone, let me breathe.
In spite of safety and comfort, luxury to ponder and fret:
the moon shoots across the darkness, the sun racing to bring fears to light.
Let the dream stay, if only a moment; let it linger and be good company.
Rest, the chance to dream.
Only one door, a set time, a brief moment: open it to shoo the nightmare out and pray the dream to stay; close it firmly to not trap the nightmare and forsake the dream.
Embrace the noise;
Close the eyes;
Close the door,
Let it not be dark anymore.
La Rose des VentsLa Rose des Vents15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Elle a beau subir tout péril,
Battue par les feux et les vents,
Frappée par la foudre souvent,
Cette ile ne sera jamais stérile.
Elle a brûlé sous les mousquets,
Et s'est noyé au fond des pleurs,
Pourtant cette fleur
N'abandonnera jamais le bosquet.
Quand tout aura fané, il en restera une :
Bravant chaque danger, naviguant sur les dunes,
Jamais elle ne chavira.
Pose un pied sur cette île une fois parvenu,
Baisse un instant les yeux et voit la roche nue :
La rose des vents y sera.
Si tu crois tout espoir futile,
Et tous les océans salés
Par quelques larmes exhalées,
Pose pied à terre sur l'île :
La rose des vents y sera.
Elle ne périra jamais ;
A chacun de tes désespoirs,
Contemple sa tige le boire,
Et ses pétales s'animer.
Il restera toujours sa brise
Quand tous les vents auront cessés ;
Les voiles dressées
Sur chaque rafale auront prise.
C'est un petit îlot que cette plante coiffe ;
SJC to PDXThe ground below me starts to shrink.SJC to PDX21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
First the difference is small, so slight, and then
Like dolls, I could cradle the people in my arms
That is, until they’re down to figurines, and quickly recede
Into ants. So small I could accidentally trod
Soon we’re so high the only thing below is the clouds.
They tease the wings, twisting around like
Nymphs to the flute of their satyr.
Mist so gentle it could wrap around me
Like a sparkling sash.
Soon we begin our descent into
The waves of the clouds.
Immersed in them, cut off from the world, until we
Pop out of the bottom.
It’s take off in reverse,
The ants transforming into figurines,