Lost in your eyesWhen I look into your eyes it is like I am hold by a vine.Lost in your eyes9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As bright as pure light is their shine.
It is like I am looking into the ice.
But for my soul this sight is quiet nice.
This must be how it feels when you look at true beauty.
Every sound around you and me gets fluty.
I am up in the sky, feeling like I am taking a flight.
For me these eyes are my light.
Looking into your eyes makes every dream of mine come true.
Just like the ice, heavens and seas your eyes are so damn blue.
Pulling me in and I forget about all my scars.
Feeling like I am looking straight to the stars.
They hold me gently and the feeling is maternally.
I want to have this feeling for all eternity.
Everything I’ve done and every line I crossed.
Looking into your gorgeous eyes I get lost.
FlowerI am a flowerFlower8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Small and thin
I bow over
I wreek of sin
Some days I blossom
Some days I fly
Some days I wither
Some days I die
I feel alone
In a field of dust
I just can't bloom
So I just rust
But flowers can't rust
They are living things
But I'm not living
I'm metallic, I'm a spring
I can spring into happiness
When I'm open every hour
I can spring into sadness
When I'm closed, and sour
Some days I'm bright
A pink or red hue
Some days I'm dull
And a darker shade of blue
I wish I could choose
Between the two
But until then
I wait for a day anew
Because I am a flower
In a field of dust
That just can't blossom
So I sit and rust
Snia mi sie lisy i demonyW mojej okolicy zaczęło pojawiać się bardzo dużo lisów. Naprawdę bardzo, BARDZO dużo lisów. Nieraz wśród nich pałętały się wyżły. Dawało to wrażenie jakby listy i tropiące je psy zawiązały pakt o nieagresję i żyły w zgodzie. Zwierzęta te przychodziły często pod mój dom. Chcąc ,,zaprzyjaźnić” się z nimi rzucałam im śniadaniowe płatki kukurydziane, które ze smakiem zjadały. Raz wpuściłam takiego lisa do domu, a ten w poszukiwaniu ulubionych płatków zaczął przetrząsać mi kuchnię. Zwierzęta przychodziły tłumnie. Mimo tak wielkiego apetytu sierściuchów pięciokilowa paczka kukurydzanych przekąsek nie kończyła się. Żyłam w zgodzie z nowymi przyjaciółmi, ale moja mamSnia mi sie lisy i demony17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The KeeperBlood drops and then it driesThe Keeper6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
upon the ground, below the skies.
Upon a hill, his nightmare born:
to be the keeper of the thorns.
And the keeper of the nails,
of the metal piercing veins;
his body ready to derail,
finds little rest in the terrain.
But the keeper, though now torn,
never ceases to remain
the very keeper of the Earth,
of humankind, of love ingrained.
StrandedI lay in the sand,Stranded14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The other's are gone.
They went down with the ship.
I made little tombs for them,
out of salt and water.
I did not know them,
But I still cried.
I will survive.
I lay leaves of palms in the sand.
Arranged to form an S.O.S.
I set fire to wood.
I will survive.
I then set fire to the trees.
I will survive.
They'll rescue me.
I will survive.
Falling Into The BlackAs the darkness descended,Falling Into The Black5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tearing apart what we had mended,
I realized that this was the end of it all,
Our love was too late; it was to fall.
I watched as the stars we love,
The victors from far above.
They crumbled away,
Nothing is ever here to stay.
Above my head it began to rain,
Without this I writhe in pain.
Love is evil, it seeks to destroy,
This small, frightened, worried little boy.
As she laughs at my end,
Into that darkness I descend.
I scream away to no avail,
My nightmares will prevail.
Who is to say what is right or wrong,
Is it the words of love from a song?
Is it the monsters from underneath,
Or the hate I need to defeat?
Who is to say what love really is,
When they all wither from within?
Does any of it have meaning,
When even I refuse to sing?
As the end descended,
Into the darkness I transcended.
An eagle’s eye sees all,
The desperation and evil tall.
Who truly deserves this life,
When it causes hate and strife?
Driven by this world’s greed and hate,
The Travels of Two Broken HeartsWe will paint each other’s scarsThe Travels of Two Broken Hearts5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Try to remember who we are
We will wonder why our
Minds have wandered so far from our hearts
We will heal each other’s wounds
Though they’ll come back far too soon
How we wish we were immune
From this emotional monsoon
We will try hard; though it hurts
Run from this mental dirt
Some will join us; then desert
From our pain their eyes avert
We will hold on; though it’s hard
With our innocence so charred
And our soul is just a shard
That is covered with our scars
We’re not perfect; though we try
Our wings our broken, we’ll never fly
How we long for the free sky
So this is it: Goodbye.
Me?Once upon a time, this girl was born.Me?9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, that smile she had worn.
Everyone would be amazed by her kindness, sweetness, cuteness, and you name it.
A day couldn't pass, without her even helping – bit by bit.
You see, this girl was something special.
Somehow, she managed to convince people, that she was very social.
No one could see through her big smile.
Even after a while.
The fake smile, the hidden scars, the secrets.
They were all hidden in small packets.
The girl is still alive today.
But she didn't throw the fake smiley away.
I'll end the story for now.
Though, I don't really know how.
Normally you end these stories with "and she lived happily ever after".
But I'd replace the "happily" with "rafter"."
Limitless ImpossibilityRegret entwines my bones with viscous handsLimitless Impossibility10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An inky creep that grows like hellish vines
A cold, yet searing pain like desert sands
Relentless torment gleefully combines
The fears and doubts you harvest in your life
Escape is only dreamt before gray lines
Potential for disaster ever rife
To merely be a PoetI want to be a poet.To merely be a Poet13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love the emotions they trigger
So many things to do, and though it
Keeps on piling up bigger,
I want to be a poet.
I sit here with a rhyme thesaurus
Thinking I can come to know it,
My duties pile up enormous,
And all I want is to be a poet.
To try my hand at expression
Ignore to what I am devoted
To try to escape from this depression
And merely be a poet.
Scars Upon My SoulThey lay so deep and yet they showScars Upon My Soul22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never leaving but always there
Hiding in the shadows until they appear
My darkest fears for all to see
Painted in like stars in the sky
Making sure there is nowhere to hide
What am I hiding beneath the seems
What the secret of life really means
Goodbye Letter (Diatelle)IGoodbye Letter (Diatelle)16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my old crown-
I need it not.
It hits me with a frown;
reminds me of what I once thought,
the heavy weight of duty that I sought:
"I will wear it until the distant day I die!"
Another king will need step in my spot,
maybe one who cherishs his lot.
In my duty I drown,
in it I'm caught.
Damn the crown,
The EvilThey hate me now, and I can tell,The Evil5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyone wants me dead.
The hate like an evil bell,
Now death creates my bed.
Suicide is the only way,
To rid the anger of deep within.
With this life I shall not stay,
I laugh at the words of a sin.
Can you?Can you imagine?Can you?5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you feel what I feel?
See what I see?
Hurt as I hurt?
Cry as I cry?
Picture it, picture yourself grabbing your heart as you stare at it, listening, thump thump thump thump
Hear the rhythm
Does it sound off?
Or does it keep going?
Rhythm after rhythm
This aching heart can not bear it,
This, this very moment will be, no is your last
Will you go all the way or just waist it?
Can you imagine living with that aching heart? In a hope one day there will be a better future?
Is there a future?
Is there truly a path set for us, a road that we walk to, a path that we choose?
No, no, there is only dystany
And that dystany
Is our future,
Perhaps dystany started for the beginning to the end
From the time we could walk, breath, talk, think, feel
Can you, truly walk in my shoes?
Can you, truly love?
Are we truly one in the same? You and I?
Can you imagine a world with no hate only music
Can you imagine music being the rhythm of your heart, what if that he
Ode To My BodyOde to my bodyOde To My Body7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My shell which I reside.
You take all of my abuse
And relish during pride.
Ears that listen not
To my pleading cries.
Often times we've fought
Tears welling in your eyes.
This I need to say
That I DO love you.
We need to end this fray.
Our peace is overdue.
My body is my temple.
My shell which I reside.
A fleeting love so gentle.
My heart will be my guide.
SEE ME THROUGHTo those who didn’t see me throughSEE ME THROUGH8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Abandoned ship for greener shores
I hereby dedicate to you
The me who isn’t anymore
The weddings I did not attend
The graves of those forever gone
The marriage with the sudden end
The friends that left or just moved on
I thought I’d put my life on hold
Pursue my dream, grow up, grow wise
I didn’t; I grew grey and old
Lost my hearing, strained my eyes
Rip Van Winkle, awake at last
A stranger in a strange new land
For a future, I traded in my past
And many castles made of sand
I thank you for the part you played
You are the reason and the way
I made the choices that I made
And chose the me I am today
11/12/04 © Catherine Fischer
The Pen Has Fallen SilentI’ve lost the gift of wordsThe Pen Has Fallen Silent7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They used to flow so free
I hate what I’ve become
Since life has wounded me
Creativity used to hang
From every word and thought
But age has buried deep
The joy that I’ve forgot
I watch children playing
And I might feel a spark
I might find joy in some small task
But fear brings back the dark
Sometimes the clouds do break
I see a ray of hope
Someday I swear I’ll grab that thread
No more in the shadows to grope
I will finally be free again
From these shackles of fear and doubt
I’ll stand in that light again
While beautiful words flow out.
Mirrors Are Liars - Tyson BrunoIf only there wasMirrors Are Liars - Tyson Bruno9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A mirror that did not hide
Your ignorant mind
Sea of DoubtsI feel as if there's no shore in sight,Sea of Doubts12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As if this world has been cast in eternal night.
There seems to be no end to this torture I withstand,
All these things have happened exactly as you have planned.
The tide keeps pulling harder with the changes of the moon,
Against the harshness of this raging storm, I am not immune.
My ship has wrecked, all alone in the Sea of Doubt,
Every word, every whisper, my mind could do without.
Nobody has been anywhere nearby to help answer my three word plea,
As I became a bit of an outcast, I feel like I'm drifting out to sea.
The thoughts always continue to roam inside my head, whether it be night or day,
Never leaving, always staying, why can't they just go away?
All the details of this situation seem to be vague,
When you're feeling despair, people seem to avoid you like the plague.
All alone, nobody to call, by myself in this Sea of Doubt.
Is this really what I have to go through day in and day out?
StargazerHe loves the pinpricks in his skin,Stargazer12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the walls of his body, of his soul,
burning with light, and pain, that stole
the churning love born deep within.
He loves the way they dance their ball,
sequins that hang from golden chains
and glitter on masks that hide the plain
faces beneath he won't see at all.
He loves their whispered words and prayers,
that sound like choir-song in the trees,
but turn to laughter with the breeze
that mock his dreams as their screams flare.
He loves their life, their heart-born fires,
and gazes up in awe and wonder,
never to know his sight is sundered
for the stars are nothing if not liars.
Own little hellAs I look up at the stars every night,Own little hell13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All i can feel is sorrow,
After my daily fight,
For I know I won't be home tomorrow.
I'm trapped I'm my own little hell,
A place that's far away from those I love,
But not a person could tell,
I used to live up above.
For I have fell to far down,
Into nothing but sadness,
As I wear this flaming crown,
And I collapse into madness.
But what is there that I can say,
As I continue to fall and die,
At the end of every day,
All I can do is hang my head and cry.
EpilogueDark thoughts in my head, sometimes make me wish I was deadEpilogue15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nightmares remind me that it will never be behind me
Torrential BoredomIn the eye of the LeviathanTorrential Boredom16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
High upon the wake of the storm
Thoughts of you form with thoughts of me
Lost in uncomfortable lethargy
Through the torrent rain of my hurricane
I see your pleasure and I feel my pain
Thoughts of you live while thoughts of me die
Lost in an eternal sigh
While the World SleepsWhat if I talked in riddles all day long?While the World Sleeps16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quoting poet, movie, book or song?
Would you still, would you
Love me the same way I knew?
If I never made any sense,
constantly switching word tense,
Would you understand my aching heart?
Or would you rather just depart?
Because while the world sleeps
My sinking soul just weeps.
My words wake in a foggy rush
Resembling a soggy mush.
I cannot tell you the truth
For I never lived my youth.
I live in make-believe dreams
Not knowing if this is the way it seems.
Morning skies blue or gray
Questioning if it's night or day...
My heavy heart bubbles up and out
Passionate words flutter about.
Meaning nothing more or less
Than your very best guess.
So listen with your soul instead
When my eyes are weary and red.
Make sense of this mess that is me
And remind me of who I am to be.