Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wantedSimple Girl Complicated Problems2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,Little Bird1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
No AirI never expected to love you.No Air1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?Peace is a lie1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Wind GrownQuiet grownWind Grown3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,Parasite1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
-Insert heart here-My silly life story here on paper unfold-Insert heart here-2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This happiness doesn't exist anymore
because of all the lies I've been told
These scars are far too deep and sore
This way happiness will never be within hold
If not for the musicIt flows around me in notes,If not for the music18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of which the musician wrote,
To find myself in a world of wonder,
Where I can think, and ponder,
What is the world truly?
When we seem to be so poorly
If not for the music?
Like the stream of the rivers,
Within my head it slithers,
And creates the perfect image for me,
To look upon, to really see,
That the world is nothing really,
Talking to you truly,
If not for the music.
It fills me with joy,
Or with anger, bound to annoy;
Makes me see the truth, finally,
Lets me tell who I want to be,
So now I know the utter truth,
I can say with final proof,
That I am nothing,
If not for the music.
Why Do You Run?Running,Why Do You Run?22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my feet just a blur.
So fast I’m flying,
of this I am sure.
sweat rolls down my face.
My muscles are pumping,
but this is no race.
This is no competition,
this passionate run.
There is nobody with me,
just the radiant sun.
My lungs, like great bellows,
are pumping my breaths.
There is no holding back here,
I’m giving my best.
the world flashes by.
But why am I running?
Why should I try?
Am I running from something?
Is there fear in my stride?
Or maybe there’s pain
that I’m pushing aside.
Am I running toward something?
A goal far away?
Are my eyes on a dream
that I’ll conquer some day?
My feet strike the ground,
a melodious drumming,
though my breath comes in pants,
I start quietly humming.
my movements are spry.
You ask why I run?
I need no reason why.
I’m not running from something,
nor toward any goal.
I run with abandon,
with joy in my soul.
I run just to run,
because I feel so aliv
20% CoolerRainbow Dash has a rainbow mane20% Cooler2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rainbow Dash is a fast flyer
Rainbow dash is a good friend
This is what makes her 20% cooler
Rainbow Dash is a tomboy
Rainbow Dash performs the sonic rainboom
Rainbow Dash is very athletic
This is what makes her 20% cooler
Improvement: PoemI'm a mediocre drawerImprovement: Poem4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I'm not so good with crayons,
I can't count up all my fails on one of my own hands.
I'm lousy at oil paintings,
My origami's in distress,
And when I try to use pastels, it just turns into a mess.
My sewing skills aren't perfect,
I'll just try to do my best,
And with some time and practice
I'll be as good as all the rest!
The Missing Three-Quarter: Dr. Leslie ArmstrongA/N: “I did not tell him how urgent the danger was, for I knew that he could do no good here, but I sent the truth to the girl's father, and he very injudiciously communicated it to Godfrey.”The Missing Three-Quarter: Dr. Leslie Armstrong11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Doctor Leslie Armstrong
Thought giving the alarm wrong.
Was it really more important to be a three-quarter,
Than to be a husband to the man’s dying daughter?
'Ello Bird‘Ello lil’ Bird'Ello Bird11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you show me the way to freedom?
Spread those gorgeous wings
Let me see what you can offer,
‘Ello big Bird
Can you still fly away?
Or are you grounded for life
I might be able to set you free,
Big or small, beautiful and colourful,
I like all the birds alike
But only one bird can ever catch my eye,
That is the bird of freedom for me
Rejection in 12 WordsFascinatedRejection in 12 Words20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When One is Creativly Drained...I'll write about the trees to pass the timeWhen One is Creativly Drained...20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And maybe siphon art from my depression
My work has climbed in incomplete ascension
Resorting to a sonnet just to rhyme
My wifi hates me, and it's way to late
I've tried to sleep, but my creative spirit
Is losing focus, I can't see or hear it
My brain it seems, I cannot actuate
I'll write about the trees to pass the hours
Then work on larger projects for a bit
I want to write a good poem, that's it
No stupid shit bout trees and love and flowers
There's work that I must do and I admit
Writing well and fast are separate powers.
Queenly As Can BeMy poet skills are really rusty, wow. I wrote this a little while ago.Queenly As Can Be21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The men court me and try to advance
I slip past them; don't give them a chance
I am the world's leader, can they not see?
Haughty, and mighty, and fierce as can be
A world of men, yet I am the queen
A range of all male, from bulky to lean
I have been labeled as weak, now they kneel before me
Haughty, and mighty, and proud as can be
Dare to overthrow me? You'll just be a game!
I am the strong one, and you are the lame
As I drink out of gold goblets, you sip your cheap tea
I'm haughty, and mighty, and mean as can be
Inside An Empty RoomIt is cold inside tonight.Inside An Empty Room1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With the fire embers dying out,
the birds take rest from their flights.
Wind flows around with its strong shout.
With the fire embers dying out,
blankets crowd an empty bed.
Wind flows around with its strong shout
even when unclear emotions fill clouded heads.
Blankets crowd an empty bed,
where a table has bowls and cups, untouched
even when unclear emotions fill clouded heads.
A whisper hanging in stale air: I love you very much
where a table has bowls and cups, untouched.
Unwanted, but love is only a warm fire.
A whisper hanging in the stale air: I love you very much
until the moment came. I saw the word “liar.”
Unwanted, but love is only a warm fire
when it was something we could share.
Until that moment came. The word “liar”
revealed to me that you never truly cared.
Love is something we used to share,
not like how birds take rest from their flights.
Now revealed that you never truly cared.
It is cold inside
DreamlessSpiders spin webs on half-lidded dreamsDreamless1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In that time of night where nothing's as it seems.
No wind breaks, nor makes trees swoon
Under pallid light of an incised moon.
Street lights silently change without any care
To the lack of cars that wait for them there.
I sit under the stars and envy the spider
Who at the least, in her feast,
Has someone beside her.
Even those lamps, who at times have use,
giving them reason to stand the abuse
of this night of silence and neglect-
I don't know what I should expect.
So I sit and lament that I can make no excuse
To think I'm better than a light on a noose.
I'm no different than some poor prey
That, falling victim to the spider's sway
Have to sit and watch that spider's creep
And learn 'no dreams may come to those without sleep.'
When The Weather Grows HotWhy is it now, when the weather grows hotWhen The Weather Grows Hot1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That the fountains run dry? It's like they forgot
Their gurgling joy, their babbling bliss.
Even when winter wrested a hiss
From the clotting pipes, they leap all the more.
Fountains to mountains, they defiantly soar
Exulting to change in myriad patterns,
Aspiring to outmarvel the sculptures of Saturn.
But here we are now, when the weather grows hot:
The fountains are dry, the pool full of rot
Just when Reason demands that they flow -
But, in the end, what does She know?
Barely appearances, if we translate from Kant,
So we cannot know what causes our font
To die. Maybe physics or maybe God's will,
Or maybe our Iago with effortless skill...
The Guide Of Five (( Introduction to Dr.Ill))"Who is that?" The elderly doctor whimpered in his dark office, the bird like mask still wrapped on his face for protection against the illness that withered the world " Show yourself, Beast! AS a BEAST of a TRUE BEAST. .. SHALT NEVER BITE HIS TONGUE!" This was the body..The soul of another of the guides for men and woman lost in limbo ..Such a long time ago..Black plague still filled peoples lungs in these days and honest that Dr. Hamilton, Jerry, Mayvon was terrified to be infected..As well terrified yet somehow feeling guarded by the monster that always crept in the shadow closest to his kin..or his dear wife...His patients...Sometimes himself...He would never admit this creature gave him horrid safety. He had seen it. It's melon colored eyes as round as tiny marbles that stared him for so long and the glimpse of fuzzy black ears like a mutated furby..Though these toys were not made yet..It looked like a giant rat to him.."SPEAK UP!" He said again this phrase "AS A BEAST OF A TRUE BThe Guide Of Five (( Introduction to Dr.Ill))1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Black ChariotCome and sweep me awayBlack Chariot2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let's take a ride in your black chariot
Today is finally the day
When all is made right in the world.
We'll swing by the sun
And ask the moon how she's doing
Then when we're done,
You'll drop me off on the pier.
I'll take the ferry
With all the other gentle souls
And it will carry
Us all to the long awaited other side.
tell ona hawk-eyed king, a harrowed plight—tell on2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
his bride will die by morning light,
but she comes armed in cleverness
to set her wit against his might.
arriving in a silken blur
of clinking beads and perfumed myrrh
it starts with innocent request,
her voice an even, smoky purr.
her pomegranate lips divine
each eloquent and measured line,
she weaves her tale with vibrant skill,
a tapestry where words entwine.
the moon, a lily blooming high
above the maid with kohl-dark eye,
the king, bewitched, leans closer still,
“tell on, tell on!” his fevered cry.
but time can never be outrun,
and morning brings a blood-red sun,
a promise of her grisly fate,
—but her tale was not yet done.
the king was loathe to break the spell
lost in the place where stories dwell
and so he granted her reprieve
‘til she had no more tales to tell.
and then he kissed her shining hair,
declared her wise as she was fair,
promised her joy from that day on,
all this and more the king did swear.
VerdadPodrás volverte hacia mis labiosVerdad2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
y jurar que siempre sí me amas,
podrás querer borrar dolores
que trajeron tus palabras.
Podrás decirme muchas cosas
pero no atinar ninguna
y querer quitar el daño
que en mis sueños aún retumba.
Podrás querer ya muchas cosas
y yo también querré otras tantas...
Tener tu amor en una fosa
donde también están mis ansias.
Quisimos tener el mundo,
y el mismo se nos vino abajo.
Y ya con este mismo arrebato
mi dolor se vuelve obscuro
y mi soledad, un canto.
Si alguna vez tú retornaras
y juraras sobre lo eterno,
si de veras tú quisieras
remendar el daño hecho...
Aún con sangre entre mis manos,
aún con dolor entre los ojos,
yo te diré que nada siento
¡y que feliz sin tí yo gozo!