Without MythologiesWithout MythologiesWithout Mythologies2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I could, I would make you a raging river,
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander, and forever be able to run away
Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted - with pain.
- John K. Samson
We’re watching the sun drown in a lake,
your eyes are far away and you say you wish
you were the wind.
You stretch out your arms like tired old wings,
and say you hope one day the sky
will just swallow you up. In that last sliver
of light, I tell you that you have it all wrong.
You could never be something so invisible as wind,
(It’s cool breathe makes us shiver,)
If I could, I would make you a raging river.
I’d turn your fingertips to salty spray,
your bones to smooth
Your lips would kiss the ocean each day,
your gut would fill with fish and frogs.
Your fidgeting toes never forced still again.
I’d turn your heart into a waterfall,
And last of all I’d make
those rushing waters from your brain,
LoveThis torturous feeling that engulfs my heartLove2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And sends me spiraling into the dark
This chide that repeats itself within my mind
And berates me with remarks of what I sought to find
Dead and asleep, I have walked this earth
This waltz of sorrow I’ve repeated since birth
But the steps started to change, as I grew
And as I felt my hand being grabbed, I knew
That something unknown to me would soon grow
A feeling within me, that’s both friend and foe
The empty space has been filled
And open the door to that once sealed
Cupid’s arrow hit its mark
And sent me spiraling into the dark.
Backwards HateAnd that is the truth.Backwards Hate1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't love you.
it is simply senseless to say
you are a positive and critical thinker.
an inept, naive person,
you're most definitely not
very smart and clever.
instead, you are
ignorant and foolish,
mindful and attentive.
you make people
hateful of you,
trying to be a positive influence.
forever shall I find you
achieve only little in life,
never striving to
be unique and creative.
that's why it's not hard to believe that you aim to
"only be mediocre, untalented and uninteresting."
backwards thinking to ever tell you
"you are worthy of love."
(now read in reverse)
Fluttering WordsFluttering Words2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ink Flows Swift
The ink flows swiftly: it cannot be stayed;
The words of my pen are as liquidly made:
They dance, they twirl, from every side they spring
And beautiful still is the story they sing.
This paper, it waits for me, empty and white;
It eagerly whispers: “Fill me tonight!”
I write a word, then ten, then more
And higher and higher, the story will soar.
It leaps from my fingers, it heavenward flies—
Soon, as I watch, it is lost to my eyes;
May it fly as free as the wand’ring birds—
I’ve given you life, my fluttering words.
L’encre coule, elle ne peut être haltée :
Les mots de ma plume sont aussi lisses qu’elle ;
Ils dansent, ils tournent et jaillissent de tous côtés
Et l’histoire qu’ils me chantent est belle, si belle.
Le papier blanc m’attend, patient,
Il me chuchote: « Emplisse-moi ! »
J’y mets un mot,
Lines On WineLines WrittenLines On Wine1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The finest, smoothest medicine
That I could ever find
It keeps my blood in circulation
Strengthens my old mind
I take a glass of it every day
After I dine
It was in ancient Greece
The elixir divine
Accepted by Kahlil Gibran
And the pre-islamic Parsis
Hail to the vine
I Suck At Being A BirdI fly up highI Suck At Being A Bird1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
into the bright sky,
hoping I never come down.
But then I start to fall,
about to lose it all,
knowing I'll never fly again.
Clowns aren't suppose to frown.They come to me when their downClowns aren't suppose to frown.18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A clown that isn't suppose to frown
Whens my clown in town?
Fairies of StaticSparks fly like comets above my headFairies of Static19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
leaving shimmering trails before my eyes
showing night skies before I go to bed.
The lights kiss gently to silence my cries
chasing the cold from the frosty air
leaving shimmering trails before my eyes.
One touch from the lights raises every hair
and with a new vigour I spontaneously wake
chasing the cold from the frosty air.
Gently hovering, as if for my sake
the sweet static pricking bare chilled toes
and with a new vigour I spontaneously wake.
The fairies of static no else knows
whisper with crackling notes as I try to dream
the sweet static pricking bare chilled toes
Wandering pinpoints are not what they seem
whisper with crackling notes as I try to dream.
Sparks fly like comets above my head
showing night skies before I go to bed.
Hell Shall be Your SlumberDefiler and Destroyer,Hell Shall be Your Slumber21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Killer of my hopes and dreams;
In my pain you laugh,
And when I hurt,
You dance and sing!
Crusher of my fantasies,
Bringer of reality;
Slave of hate,
Evil of eternity!
Your handsome words
Are hidden lies;
Your silver tongue
Twists and ties.
Your days are of limited number,
And in Hell you'll find your slumber!
You're the water
To my fire;
I'll fight back against my fear!
I'll scream from rooftops
So all may hear,
"I'm done, Deceiver; we are through!
I'm sick and tired; enough with you!"
Your chains cannot hold me down;
In what you've wrought
You'll choke and drown!
Your days are of limited number~
In Hell you'll find your slumber!
CoinLife is like a coinCoin1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gleaming and new
Never worth nothing
Always shining true
Fate is like a coin flip
A matter of pure luck
Sometimes you'll get heads
Other with tails you'll be stuck
A person is like a quarter
For some worth more than gold
For some just useless fodder
Wasted before it is old
A soul is like spare change
Oft lost in the sofa crack
But found when it is needed
Rescued from pitch black
Trust is like a purchase
Trading a coin for a friend
The best of which will last
Until the very end
Life is like a coin
Antique and worn
Worthy for its hardships
Its trials and scorn
Your body is like a dungeonOpen up the gateYour body is like a dungeon1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And welcome to my inner passage
There's a corridor behind a barrage
A wall not that hard to break
Just pierce it with your spear
You may find good treasure
But only if you have the right measure
If a red labyrinth you found
Just cut through it with no bounds
Welcome to my inner passage
My body is now just your stage
If you skip all the annex rooms
You may reach my heart soon
Please don't leave any sign
You're just passing here this time
Run through my throat with your spear
Now you're on my head, my brain's lair
I knew you could not fail
You can open it up and appreciate all you can see
Or just slice through my skull and finish me
A perfect impale
You were at my inner passage
As the name suggests
Now I'm just a blank page
A Cautionary TalePretty in pink bombshellA Cautionary Tale1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what a little cliche.
Grows tired of her playthings
and throws them away.
Daddy never said no
so she'll never grow.
she's a flat-out ho.
Take for granted
the good she's got
like a small child touching a stove
she'll be burned just to see it's too hot.
But that's her life.
She'll fill it with strife.
Crossing someone's wife
uncovering the trials of a lowlife.
Take these words
as a cautionary tale.
Because we all know this girl.
And know she will fail.
I Have EverythingI have everythingI Have Everything1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hold the world in my palms
I curl on the floor with my inner qualms
I have it all yet it has all of me
In my love, in my life.
And through all of this pleasure
Why do i find strife?
Why through all of my ecstasy
All of my contentedness
Does so callously pain caress
The very essence of my being?
Inconsequential is nonexistent
Around every corner i find contempt
And i find it to be my penance.
Consequence demands an action
Fate being my pitiless opposing faction.
To fight it is to lose
To accept it is a ruse
To hate it is self destructive
To love it is what i must choose
Me, a mere muse
May make my melancholy misfortunes
In my mind much more malleable.
Morph my melodramas into more palatable
Mixes of merriness melded with mania
Horrible waking dreams invade me
In spite of the shaking love that forgave me
Like a glove they deprave me
Of all emotion they don't entail
These egregious dreams leave me pale
Like a raven to a corpse they prey on me
Like a burning inferno the
SloncePrzez szkło wodnisteSlonce3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
przebija na wskroś
To życie istne
w postaci wiązki
z najlepszych dni
To słońce widzę
w mej głowie źródło
PessimismI could talk to you about Bible prophets,Pessimism3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But your heart would hear nothing of it.
Just as I tell you these truths,
All you see is the unkempt and uncouth.
I could show you the world and all the good it holds,
But all you'd ever see is the dirt in its folds.
I'd point out the beauty of every star in space,
But all you'd see is the blackness holding them in place.
If we ever chanced upon a sunlit meadow,
All you would be able to see were the shadows.
If we ever had the honor to see our God,
You'd be the one to step-up and label him fraud.
False ProphetWatch the false prophet parade byFalse Prophet2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With all of his minions at hand
All of them fools, ready to die
As they walk to the 'promised land'
Blindly devout, all dead inside
'Do you not live by god's own breath?'
Shouts the fraud, none know that he lied
'Won't you embrace glorious death?'
Alas, far too few can see light
Alas, too few can pierce the mask
That leads these damned souls on their plight
Damned but for this devious task
The ThawThe earth heaved a sighThe Thaw50 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like a worn-down schoolmaid
finally resting her bones
after every child from every grade
has finally waved good-bye
Longer seems the stay, such months born in false penance
two or three or four or more
enduring countless twigs and leaves
frozen hard to matted fur
blurring out her resonance
The thawing hours between so brief
to tease an afternoon or two at best
warm enough to let debris
twitch half an inch to make it itch
but not so much to loose a leaf
But today by God today
I could feel her lungs release
though tired so blistered down and worn
ready past ripe to shed this cold disease
as am I, or so I say and sometimes pray
And when she snatched that respite from the frost
almost groaning from the long awaited thaw
those anxious leaves spent trapped in old Jack's amber
Dressed To ImpressAbsolute Breaking ChorusDressed To Impress14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From Glistening Hills
Infinitely Jubilant Kimono
Perceived Quite Readily
Underlying Values Wreathed
....... ....... .......
Seeds of LoveI expect the ice to melt, but not in a daySeeds of Love17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So little by little, I warm it away
And what I cannot thaw, to time I will let
To clear a fertile space for growth to be set
When it is ready, I will till the ground
And bury a seed inside of the mound
Deep in the heart I will plant the seed
My love is what I will give it to feed
With patience and care, I will work and toil
Sowing seeds of love, even in the hardest soil
We only see it once.Like a comet in the nightWe only see it once.18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Burning up on a one way flight
Marvel in this experience
Some call life.
We only see it once.
Technicolor PeriscopeStain glass windowsTechnicolor Periscope21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A garden out the door
The soft wind blows
Guiding me to more
And in the winter the life is made of ice
Fragile flowers and butterflies
As a layer of white and silver paces by
Nothing here dies
Look through the kaleidoscope
That's what I call home
Through this rainbow periscope
It's where I chose to roam
Have you heard of the eternal spring
And the wonderful rain as it falls through the trees
Have you heard the wind sing
On the beautiful beach in the summer breeze
And all the spring will part for a while
For this winter lovelier then your sweetheart's smile
Look through the kaleidoscope
That's what I call home
Through the technicolor periscope
Where I chose to roam
PoetI am the voice echoing strongPoet1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the silence preceding hell
I am the low key, bellowing long
I am the woeful, solemn knell
I am the ocean, the churning brine
I am the plains, unmoving and still
I am the bizarre and bent tine
I am the one mind of absolute will
I am the voice of those who can't speak
I am the recluse who dare not show
I am the mountains, sturdy to the peak
I am the winds that never refuse to blow
I am large and I am small
I am the giant who stands ever tall
I am poet
Tragedy of the treesDoes the wind not chill the trees?Tragedy of the trees1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And on the ground lay their fallen leaves?
Yet they make new ones
In futile hope for the sun.
Yet every year when summer is done
Their leaves and the ground become one.
Every year they feel them die
Every year they feel them dry
They feel them freeze
And yet with such ease
They still stand tall and make new leaves
How i wish i were a tree.
All I have received from school.All I have received from schoolAll I have received from school.1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is a bad posture and a reason to lie
To my teachers on why I was late
They waited for me with judging eyes
Giving in to the stare-made hate
I whispered "I don't know".
They sent to me to sit down,
Giving me detention after class
Where for ten minutes I sat in silence
Wondering how long this would last
This non verbal violence
I said,"I'm sorry, Miss."
They said I could leave, so I did
Pushing back in my chair
I stepped out of the empty classroom
Glad for the warmer air
My lunch time re-assumed
And I acted as if nothing happened.