january, the last moonbase of 2014The fatigue-factoriesjanuary, the last moonbase of 201416 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the holidays,
into light, casual clouds.
It's two weeks of middling sleep,
a lucidity in calm.
I'll read Kushner and Heany,
rest like the pigeon guards
snoozing in the peaceful night
when morning, their branch-goblet
capturing the arctic infinity
of moisture above.
The moon, shining,
In This Little MicrocosmIn This Little Microcosm2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this little microcosm
a world of patterns exist
Water and sand collide, creating intricate forms.
Some smooth and long, others tight.
Parts of the earth, stronger and fixed,
splays playground about which to caper.
Daily, at first moon's signal,
water rushes in, at times in torrent, by others, caress.
Each day's forces create their own patterns,
in deference to this fluid and complex dance.
Then, at second moon's signal,
water retreats, as sand becomes calm and nestled,
spiriting away particles to mix for return,
whilst lingering dampness absorbs.
How would water know complexity without sand's presence?
The contrast of murkiness and clarity?
How would sand refine and nourish life
without the movement of water?
And of the stone...
What would the water flow around and over?
What sensation would exist,
to define the water's dexterous nature against its solid lover?
And the stone, without water,
would never know smooth form,
nor polished finish, born of time and persistence,
nor wet reli
There May Be Hope for Us Yet.Through candle lights and the sound of stringsThere May Be Hope for Us Yet.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the world evolve in all of its glories,
It remains complex and clean, pristine
It shines through ages of metal, and the mountains stand tall
Rivers of golden light
They chuckle and cluck, as the soft stones that slumber underneath
tickle their toes
The sand between my fingers
Ashes of civilizations long past
They still war with hatred as ancient as the sky
Tides of battle become sand, in time.
All of that is long gone, it seems
For humanity has taken its last steps among the soil
Mothers of sand, Fathers of ash, and Children of the dust
They all disappear in a moment
A twinkle of a distant star
An everlasting spectacular glow upon all the lands
And, to think, nature can resume...
There may be Hope for us yet.
Mother Nature's RevengeThere is a limit to how long we can defy Mother Nature,Mother Nature's Revenge8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day, we will pay the price of such arrogance.
Mother Nature's revenge may just be the end.
RedThe wool scarf wrapsRed2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Around his slender neck,
Its color complimenting the
Rosy hue of his arched cheeks
And scarlet glow of his
Fingers have been dipped in
This time of year.
Cherries bloom beneath his
So elegantly planted at the tips
Of his slight digits,
Usually found skating across the
Keys of a piano
Like dancers on the frozen lake,
Now casually submerged
In the fur-lined depths of his
The wind's teeth do not
Instead, he stands tall
Like the steady light of a
His chin displayed proudly above
The folds of his handwoven
Daring nature's needle-pointed maw
To dig in and take a shot at us,
He in his corduroys
And I in my crimson
We look like tulips.
Poking out from the gentle
Drifts of white,
We find that it is not spring
Like we once thought,
But a much harsher season.
His favorite season.
I can tell by the way his
Bow-shaped lips curve
As he watches the flakes
Drift past his flushed face
Wolf TrailA pair of eyesWolf Trail12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkness
of the night.
He has taken
through the forest.
in the thicket
and under cover of the trees,
he sneaks up.
He persists ...
does someone catch sight
Why has he
left his pack?
Why does he sneak
through the forests?
They tell of times
He was weak -
at that time,
too weak to hunt,
too weak to protect.
The weak are
So, he was
he has been passing alone
through the forests,
has been oberserving
has been dreaming ...
he turns away,
in the darkness
of the forest.
On the ground,
remains behind ...
by the moonlight ...
The tear of the wolf.
The colours of WinterWhite lights drifting downThe colours of Winter2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a world filled with blue chill
Where whitely steaming brown
And red crackling warmth
Brings pink happiness
To faces which want no more grey
The Wind and IAs the foam tops roar and tumbleThe Wind and I40 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the desert stretches endless, wide
as the leaves are made to tremble
the wind and sky and I beside
thick dabbling freckles sky dabbles inthick dabbling freckles7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
still amber autumn
hues - ( even though
it's a thick
word , with heavy
and we're still kind of
cheering on winter
in the auditorium , so when a
begins to freckle the
pavement , we get so
overjoyed . it's
desperately warm out ; as if
repenting our shrill and
chill of winter
( so at our recess
time , i ask the
clouds if they can
give us some
meager, ( irrelevent ) time
of unwarmth yet
cold security. and the
other kids look at me like
asking mother nature
for white-flakes. )
copperfallmetalcopperfall16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dark lights, Bright nightsBlack and white,Dark lights, Bright nights17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two very distinct colors,
Black and white,
Two very plain differences,
Black and white,
The basis of day and night.
Day and night,
The realms of good and evil,
Day and night,
A time change from sleep to flight,
Day and night,
Take me to the stars.
So many yet so far,
Dark open space littered with beautiful galactic waste.
Lyrical enumerationThe sky is painted in the spring.Lyrical enumeration22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violet tones, as though, in March.
It's just thaw.
Mountains of books and notebooks.
Fragile towers of formulas.
The snow has melted, as in "Eugene Onegin".
But this is only the thaw.
Dense clouds and transparent clouds.
The last autumn leaves on a grey snow.
Shake my tree-tops,
And crows squawking
Rude and suspicious.
Tea-Party IntruderCameos, pale, ladies laughing, they swayTea-Party Intruder2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roses, bright, vases standing, they sit
Screams, cut, people alerted, they panic
Flames, glow, consuming air, they dance
Teacups, intricate, falling down, they shatter
Dresses, voluminous, dragging hems, they tear
Gardens, blow, greeting ladies, they whisper
Wigs, disturbed, falling sideways, they lean
Nighttime, dusk, flames die, they extinguish
Shell, empty, black soot, it lays
Murmurs, silent, old men, they gossip
Manor, burnt, pathetic state, it smokes
Why is Snow WhiteWhy is snow White?Why is Snow White2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say it reflects everything and it has no color
But what if snow forgot what color it was supposed to be
What if it is not one color
What if it many
I colossal rainbow that shone in many brilliance
Why must their not be color
Why not harness color like a spectrum
Be the rainbow not a singularity
But maybe the reason snow forgot what color it's supposed to be
So no one will judge
Only look in awe when it lightly falls down like stars
Lost in YouBeautiful. My mind is a canvas to which you paint your picture; your words are a new aesthetic. Bringing color to blindness and purpose to Pain. To which without, i will surely wander... lost in your portrait forever.Lost in You2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little Human childRun little one, on unsteady legs as the world begins, run with the others in leaps and bounds,Little Human child41 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across an ocean of golden grass
Swim little ones, with tiny new bodies
Forests of coral and kelp, waves thunder above
Hide little one the hawk flies low, back to your nest to lie among others
Wait in the velvet darkness
Fly little one, raise spindly wings, yet unused
To join others of your kind in the silver air
Come little human child,
Winters TaleLight breeze followed by ever haunting howlsWinters Tale2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forest dense and covered in blankets of fog strewn like like silk
Soft snow covers the ground thick in it's cold thick blanket
Cold air as if the world became a refrigerator
And the distant howls of wolfs near by
Small twinkling chime of snow flakes falling by
The clank of icicles clinging to each other from the brutal chill
Window sills draped in small beds on snow and long forgotten pipe dreams
Air howling as it fly's by in drifts near towns and quiet forests
Silent strangers walking in paths alone huddling for a piece of warmth
Black spewing smoke coming from chimneys looking like angry dragons who awoke from their naps
Lone snowman standing like troops protecting a fort
A dark calm night that only the ice wrath's would not disturbed
As the moon looking like a giant pearl lost in black velvet cascades its light to bathe the earth with it
The soft lullabies of the wind cooing at the animals as a way to say its time to go to sle
DragonflyOf all the creaturesDragonfly42 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love most the dragonfly
A thousand eyes
fragile segments of finest glass,
and gossamer, windowpane wings
baywatch saltsunfish freckled yellow basks in bay-watching sun as itbaywatch salt7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolls over in the
welcoming atmosphere of sea-salted air.
Spring BlossomsSpring brings forth blossoms,Spring Blossoms7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the midst of thunder storms,
as hope is born.
DFV 19: ForestNothing could be more peaceful.DFV 19: Forest8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the darkest of nights they whisper to us.
On the clearest of days, they chatter.
They turn color just to entertain us, to keep our lives from going stale.
They seem to die, and in the very same year they are reborn.
They never stop growing, and never stop reaching.
Nothing could be more peaceful than the trees that carpet our world.
Melting IceThe inner core within me was brutally coldMelting Ice10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a wavering snow storm upon Mt. Everest.
Seizing my soul, burning me from the inside out
Like a wildfire that froze every inch of me.
Above the clouds strolled and stayed within my reach
Pouring hail down on me;scraping my skin in pieces.
My face was buried in the snow
I registered nothing
I had no attention to the outside world.
Out of nowhere he arrived
Within him he carried a light
A gentle presence that brought me in with ease.
He awakened my heart to a soothing place
He brought his hands to me and I hesitated twice.
Finally I held on and all around me was melting ice
Crashing boulders of snow evaporates in thin air.
The sun shined rays on us
He lead me to a vast ocean
We stood on warm sand overlooking a waterfall.
Not likely did I fall back into a freezing Hell
Yet, if i had done so he would guide be back
Back to his genuine sweet heart, my new home.
snowfall in a glassballsnowfall in a glassball15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Based on aika poem about a snowy scenery.
A Confirmation and Resistance(I'm afraidA Confirmation and Resistance1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to hide
I want to deny
I think if I exist
As I am
I'll painfully die)
"No, nothing is wrong."
(My fears are all
For if they are real
I will be
I am not allowed
To feel what I have felt)
"YES! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING
Something is wrong, goddamnit
It does hurt
It may not be physical
But don't tell me my emotions
Are worthless and trivial!
They're my blood
Holds the wound
I've spent too long
I don't care what it is
I don't know what to do
All I know
It is real
Not soul-crushing -
Yes maybe self-harm inducing..
Not to wrist-slicing extents-
(Look on the bright side
Maybe it's not that the pain is imaginary
Perhaps it is exactly as agonizing as advertised
And you're simply
Too strongly unreal
To feel it.)
I get back up
I get back out there
My mental wounds heal
And I try to forget
Like I have always
Since my earliest memories
I know someday it migh