Lightning GlassYou were stricken,Lightning Glass2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But in spite of your scars,
You are more beautiful,
Than ever before.
The moon's childrenAs we leave the descending of the nightThe moon's children2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our black wings take flight
As i whistle towards the light
Calling you and your wings of might
We envelope each other in glittering wings
We dance with the misty night
Nothing else could feel this nice
But the light bell rings bringing everything to an end
We race against the torturous sings
And join in with the moon's natural bling
We part and mourn for the death singers
Seasons' GhostsI want to walk to where ghosts of winterSeasons' Ghosts2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
ice skate and the air smells of 'ginia pine.
I want to walk to where ghosts of spring
picnic and the air smells of Georgia Pine.
I want to walk to where ghosts of summer
swim and the air smells of Carolina Pine.
I want to walk to where ghosts of fall play
Red Rover and the air smells of Jersey Pine.
But I completely lost my way,
and I'm too old for child's play.
Oh, how so very carefree was I!
I loved the ground, I loved the sky.
I loved one and all, without reserve.
Growing up has rewired these nerves.
I still love, so much, but more carefully.
I still enjoy, so much, so more cautiously.
The seasons' ghosts are my reluctance
to leave those days where they belong.
With each day that passes they recede,
but a profound restlessness lingers on.
Tyranny in the TropicsZebras caked in the coolness of mud...Tyranny in the Tropics3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our bodies tarnished by the heat...
Biome temperature: 86 degrees...
Victims of a cantaloupe sun...
Savanna at its peak...
ParadoxTruth that lingers in lies,Paradox3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The death from poison, embedded in pies.
Dying of laughter,
Lamb to the slaughter.
Lies about lies and endless thought
Makes our minds up as our ideas fought.
Dying in fire,
In the fountain of desire.
Drowning in a sea of life
And not being stressed amoungst the strife.
Eternal, happy reign,
Over a world where nothing happens but rain.
Staying in the world of light and sweeties,
Gives you nothing but diabetes.
A world of joy, filled was sadness.
A sad world, filled with happiness.
And deafening Silence.
They all have one thing in common.
They are conjured by the demon.
In the eyes of TimeTime.In the eyes of Time1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time is an illusion of a past memory.
An illusion of a future event.
An endless cycle of a present moment.
Nothing is Eternal.
Yet everything lasts only in a blink of time.
Edging the Worlds PendulumAn entity of earth;Edging the Worlds Pendulum2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the edge of the world.
Its out stretched arm,
Carrying a piece of itself.
It would have kept the venture
Moving for another night.
Instead, fashioned into a swing.
On the edge of the world.
Placing your weight upon the withered wood;
You look over the word
That is given to you off the edge.
“Wow” as you contemplate if
This is once where God stood himself,
Creating the flora you see
Along with the fauna that populate the land.
But you dare not lose your grip
As you hold the decayed rope.
For this beautiful life
Would become a magnificent death.
Having the edge of the world
Gracefully take your final breath,
As the fear of gravity
Keeps you firmly seated.
Here you are,
Swinging where the lord was standing
On the edge
Of the world.
Latias in the attic! What do you do!?One day, you were lost in the woods and couldn’t find anything. You soon came out of the forest, but found only a cabin with three levels. You decided to go to the door and noticed that it’s unlocked. You went into the cabin and looked around. There was no one around and it was pretty inside. You went around the house and found the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen and living room. You decided to go to the second level and it was nothing there. The third floor was the artic and you checked there lastly. To your surprise, you found a tied Latias tied up, gagged and asleep. Her hands was tied to the ceiling and her foot tied to the floor.Latias in the attic! What do you do!?4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You decide to…
A: Save her.
B: Have “fun” with her.
C: Wake her up.
D: Take her as a slave/pet.
E: Find the captor and teach him/her a lesson.
F: Find the captor and submit to him/her.
H: Anything else you have on mind.
Little BirdLittle bird, pretty birdLittle Bird1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting in the cage
Little bird, pretty bird
flapping with your wings
Little bird, pretty bird
singing about freedom
Little bird, pretty bird
dreaming from the sky
Little bird, pretty bird
forgetting how to fly
Little bird, pretty bird
you never can escape
Suffer At The WondermentI am gasping like a fish on a dock;Suffer At The Wonderment21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is hard to breathe
when beauty is overwhelming.
There is too much that is wonderful
and I cannot embrace it
or hold it firmly in my hands.
Outside the window
the spring wind shakes the branches
of the Purple Prince on my front lawn,
leaves of green and purple dancing
like so many little blades in the sun.
It only takes a mere glance
to see just how lovely it is,
and I become aware of my heart
thumping in my chest.
If I were to pluck a leaf or a bud,
I would only diminish the beauty,
therefore it must not be disturbed.
And yet I yearn to disturb it,
to have something tangible of this singular moment of awe
and make it eternal.
But the leaf will dry up and wither,
and gradually turn to dust,
its beauty stolen away
by the ravages of oxygen and time.
To try to capture the beauty of flora
when it is at its most healthy and luxuriant,
one only brings autumn and winter
before their reign is to begin.
Therefore I must leave it alone,
and suffer at the won
To my True Love...To hold in you armsTo my True Love...1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
feel your love in my heart
your passion through my soul
wish to be with you for eternity
my love, my life, my all
© Lis Bull 2015
Strahlstromungvague forms move behind windowsStrahlstromung11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a foreign life glimpsed
I long to be part of the wind
flowing through the trees
rearing up and running full bore
through the northlands
cruising from Dead Horse to Arkhangelsk
rippling the waves of the Bering Strait
wielding the highest diplomatic immunity
to hear the roar of a glacier
as it bulldozes 'midst the heart
of a mountain range
to be that leviathan of ice and boulders
ponderous as time itself
moving irresistibly forward
perhaps I could relish the vista
gazing at the very crown of the earth
as a snowflake on Everest
in delicacy far above the royal diadem
a spark of ice overlooking the brilliant panoply of kingdoms
from Morocco to Los Angeles, Yellowknife to Tierra del Fuego
yet after all is said and done
I would fiercely desire to walk
as tall as the wind
Nighttime NatureFeathers fly in the air,Nighttime Nature1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone looks up to the sky,
An owl flies to its hollow,
To feel the freedom of the sky,
Here the owl hoots and hoots,
Even as the night sky twinkles,
Rebelling calmness settles.
Moonlight shines down onto the earth,
Opaque objects suddenly becoming clear and transparent,
Opals shine their rainbow colours in the dazzling light,
No one has seen nature as beautiful as this.
StardustPerched atopStardust13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This orb of rock
(It fell together for this day alone)
We watch the stars
Burn through their lives
From millions of years ago
But if tonight
Some bits of Ice
Should cross our celestial path
Then we should see
The answer to
The first question ever asked
Dance of the colorsDance of the ColorsDance of the colors8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a swirling mass
The chained dance of the cover
It comes in as one will fold over
Not unlike bright fitting wings
By way of their means to stand up
Face forth and take an edge
Burrow me home
Sever the links
Claiming the soul
Stamping out savory
Heavy is the means
With only a ferris wheel
Debts that hang low are wound about
Before the followings that come
Pits become lost and make no pity
Such is chaos
What could be pity
Such cannot be held
Beauty is the swirl
Color is the mace
Be knocked out by it
Dance of the Colors.
DiaryEvery night, around 11:30, after the ACDiary18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
is off and we've put the fans in the windows,
the smell of crepe myrtles floods the house.
It lasts about an hour, and then it's gone.
The crepe myrtles are indeed in bloom
right now, so it makes sense that I'd
notice their smell, I suppose, but I
haven't a clue why the fragrant intruder
bursts in on schedule and then runs off,
and Google is silent on the matter.
Come to think of it, the tree frogs have been
awfully loud most nights lately. Maybe they
solved my delicious mystery, and now they're
just itching to share their secret.
ValaatHaluan matkustaa sinneValaat23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Missä valaat kuolevat
Olen kuullut että sen tuntiessaan
Ne kääntyvät ja uivat
Valtameri on rajaton
Myrsky hajottaa kaiken
Vain pilvet näkevät
Kun vanhat valaat
Juuri paikalle ehtineenä
Imaisevat happea viimeisen kerran
Burning to Breathe.say goodbyeBurning to Breathe.12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the thing that helps you breathe.
because no matter what they say
no matter what reasoning you have
they’re going to take
your lungs away.
to the object you grew to love
and the item that was given to you
in the case of love
has now turned to the blockage,
the gloom in your lungs.
to your hope.
what’s the point of trying to live,
when you have no air to breathe?
all you can do,
to your oxygen,
fore the people who are suppose to love you
have stole your lungs
and the air around you.
they have left you
keeping currantthey fell loose and free upon Glastonburykeeping currant6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
red and round they bounced, frolicked, rolled
I stood amused with a faint smile on my lips and mischief in my eyes
held my breath and waited for the mass of trampling feet to make them mortal
Solitude StandingSolitude Standing15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of Ancient, Nature, and ModernMountains of vaporOf Ancient, Nature, and Modern11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slide like glaciers
Across the horizon
Over power lines and Folóï,
Below the foliage
Fog up the airways
Above meadows and faux-turf,
On Gaea's breast
Glancing on blades
Along downtrodden asphalt
Exhibiting on flora and bronze,
In their minds
Redwood treesRedwood trees are like skyscrapers or some of the tallest buildings in the world,Redwood trees4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
They act like they're immortal with life spans into the 2,000's.
These tall skyscrapers act like tough rocks, Their bark is strong and have many years on them.
The defining details are like a fast flowing river headed upwards to the heavens.
Redwood trees come in a variety of greens that make them into lush beauties
The scent that the bark and needles give off is just a wonderful aroma to smell.
Hiking on trails that have redwood trees on them make life enjoyably,
You see and smell the beauty of the world again.
These California native trees are a site to see.
Spring has comeA while ago,Spring has come6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
snow had melted away
but the spring hesitated.
it was quiet.
Sometimes rain fell down and
played its songs to the roofs of the houses
And went away again.
The spring made few short visits
it was warm and then it was not
And suddenly everything bloomed
And the birds sung their songs
praising the young mistress Spring
and her beauty.
And the leaves peeked out
covering the world in soft green
and the grass lifted its head from the ground
And the little flowers started to choose their dresses
And nights weren't so dark anymore
And the air is light and easy to breathe
Spring has come.
A Walk in StormLooming clouds ominously piledA Walk in Storm6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the horizon, black
with dark prediction.
Set out anyway.
Whipping wind, flying with flung leaves,
driving the laggard storm –
Shall I turn back?
Yellow, white, purple and bright pink
peonies, irises here,
and raindrops falling.
Quickly. Too far now
to turn back.
Lead-grey sky, falling with the rain,
drenching and soaking; cold
You'll get a wetting.
Breaking storm, growling with a rage;
lightning-flash, thunder crash
then muddy torrents.
Run! It's not far.