a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:a sliver of the galaxy1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Lest You ForgetAs I looked into the starry skyLest You Forget1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And watched the path being paved with gold
I saw my life in a single sigh
And watched my death slowly unfold.
It was a slow death, drawn and long
As I watch the pavement meet my eyes
As I lay to listen for the angels’ song
A singular thought ran through my mind.
“Will I be remembered,” I suddenly cried.
But no-one stopped to offer a glance.
“Will I be forgotten?” it ran through my mind.
“Will I not be given a second chance?”
Then all went black, I woke up to see
My heart racing, my forehead dowsed with sweat
I pen these lines for all to see
Because the Timer of life has now been set.
This isn’t a legacy for when I leave
But a simple reminder, lest you forget.
Borderlined Once Too OftenDear Doctor,Borderlined Once Too Often1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am not a pile of bones,
worn grey and yellowed
with the stains of this disease--
is a better plan than
an uncertaintity of pills;
(I won't even begin
to berate you for judging-
you'll get yours one day
when perhaps you'll learn
a label is a tool
instead of a weapon);
was never meant to mean
Sincerely, your patient
A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whipA Freshwater Soul4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
furled fists, let partly tattered tales slip
early echoes, and allow
the lonely ships to sink, baring bows.
sail sea. river, remove
yourself far forth. prepare to prove
that you can keep a gruelling grip.
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,to the girl teaching herself to fly6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
Linguistic HonestyLinguistic HonestyLinguistic Honesty1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No vivid imagery necessary for this kind of poetry,
Just stream-of-consciousness, this is simply linguistic honesty.
I have so damn far to go and I know my mind can get the best of me,
That these worries of failure can sometimes drudge up worn insecurities,
Frightened that society’s norms will keep me from where I really want to be,
But I know that if I continue fighting I’ll surely reach whatever life has destined for me.
So even if I love and hate the obstacles in my path, I know I will eventually pass all of these things.
Sometimes though, I just need a little help and she’s the only one I want with me on this wild journey.
And more than anything else, I just really want to be able to say, “Six generations, my little lovely lady.”
For Love of the StarsMoon Mother sighs, somber,For Love of the Stars1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beneath a laughing Sun--
his world is ending,
hers has only begun.
Les maux d'amour v2.0Si j'ai la tête ailleurs quand mon corps te dévoreLes maux d'amour v2.03 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Laisse tes nerfs au coin d'une tour de Babel
Je n'ai d'autre à t'offrir que ce vil archipel
D'où aucun mot d'amour n'arrive-t-à éclore
Si mon cœur à l'hymen à jamais ne s'honore
Le reflet des passions en a scellé l'appel
Frissons sans lendemain de l'angélus rebel
Par ces paumes folles que la tendresse ignore
Je devine au passé le songe de tes mots
Que la nuit murmurait à nos yeux impavides
Or le voyage meurt à la faveur des flots
Des phrases de l'amour je n'ai que les argots
Et quelques feux grégeois pour les cœurs apatrides
Aux chants des sirènes je laisse les sanglots
Woodland SorrowStanding in a verdant meadow, I watchWoodland Sorrow1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The surrounding trees dancing in the wind
Through the soft silver light of the full moon
Cold air is embracing my skin and lungs
But for crickets chirping, silence lingers
Spreading madness like poison through my soul
With a flame fueled by solitude, I run
I storm into the sylvan before me
My eyes trying to penetrate the night
Questing for the sight of a friendly face
And I charge past each elm and cottonwood
To fight the loneliness gripping my heart
Soon I see a river in the distance
And through the darkened trees her face is clear
A lovely friend for whom I have long pined
She sits along the nioght-kissed riverbank
Her elegance deepened by the moonlight
And I struggle to regain my lost breath
I have fallen for the dear friend of mine
Months ago, and yet it seems like eons
My tongue has been held back by utter fear
Of hurting her beyond recovery
Knowing I am not enough for her
I keep myself hidden in the forest
Locked inside the darkness of my own
She Is HumanBlood-bathed warrior,She Is Human5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
priestess and healer,
she was the fury
the calm and pity.
Heartbeat to deafen thunder,
yet drown beneath whispers,
she swept across worlds
tripped upon the same rock
hurtled through lifetimes
never wanted to die,
scrambled for maturity
defied to grow up.
Saw all on her axis,
chose blindness to the past.
Threw shields before enemies,
opened her heart,
refused to begrudge
forgot not her pride.
The Tangled Webs We Weave...The Tangled Webs We Weave...1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive..."
Bob never really liked his job,
a clerk, in a room full of clerks.
Many a time he'd call off sick,
his unwitting boss- a jerk!
The sun was up, the air was fresh,
those eighteen links were calling.
Bob called in sick (a fevered chill),
his bold-faced lie - appalling!
But as it was his boss had plans,
clients that needed wooing.
So they hit the links at eight-o-five,
"Is that Bob? Who's he fooling?!"
Sad to say, Bob lost his job (sigh),
still unemployed, though he tries.
If only he had told the truth...
he wouldn't have been ensnared by his web of lies!
2. The Affair
It seemed to Joe she worked too much,
overtime almost every night.
He missed their quiet times at home,
he wondered, did she see his plight?
His best friend Ed had tipped him off,
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chairEvery little bit6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lieA Well Meaning Lie6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
Level UpLevel Up3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Conceived on a dark and rainy night,
your life had no perfect start.
Born in sorrow and pain, just fly high!
Hurt and blame is yours life part.
Little kid left to grow like a tree,
being wild but strong, nothing wrong!
Did you feel alone or rather free?
Any place where you belonged?
Teenage years were pretty bad.
What you could you surely tried.
Future could turn simply sad.
Mary Jane gave you crazy ride!
Adulthood comes with next step.
Are you prepared to live it up?
Getting lost in world wide web,
here and now you cannot give up!
Promises which come undone.
Where has your integrity gone?
You're not better than anyone!
Feeling sorry? Hey, carry on!
Stress and pain bring sickness,
is there any love here for you?
It is hard to live with mistakes.
Could this be the last adieu?
Time is short, not much to say.
Cherish your sweet memories.
You have reached the end of the way.
Time comes for... r e v e r i
They SayThey say: "fix it when it is broken!"They Say1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I say: "leave it when it's too much."
I am fed up with the slogan.
They say: "keep it once you own it!"
I say: "let go if it serves you no more.
If it harms you do not follow it!"
They say: "observe the rules of our society!"
I say: "listen to your heart and soul,
and get rid of the forced anxiety."
They say: "settle for social conformity!"
I say: "I do not like your stupid norms.
Keep yourselves your ugly uniformity."
They say my age defines who I am!
I say, "I am crazy and I will not change.
Do not dare to call me madame!"
They say that I am just a loser!
I say: "what if I like to be left alone.
I will not listen to some abusers."
They say what the success really means.
I say: "keep your money and go to hell,
I love wearing simple jeans!"
Life Of A ConscienceRain slides down the window paneLife Of A Conscience1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I slowly go insane
Falling with tears, down my face
Slowly making an empty space
Fall out the window, float up high
Deeper and deeper into the sky
Dance in sunshine, bathe in clouds
Away from people and looming clouds
Fall into a lake, see into the water
Cut nets and save, fish from slaughter
Spiral up and down, with the waves
Follow the paths that have been paved
Follow the turning twisting bends
Never giving up until the end
Jump over barriers, crawl round mistakes
Sleep and take a decent break
People laugh and people frown
Taking turns to wear the crown
When it’s hard, together we try
We don’t want to say goodbye
We stand together, you’re not alone
The same down to our very bone
We light the day, comfort the night
And together we will make things right
The Sorrow of JoyTill tears bequeath each epoch’s best,The Sorrow of Joy2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shelter no bliss in sorrow’s keep;
For wound departs a merry guest,
Fair Sol falls heir to shadows deep.
And mirth in cheer, the laughs of life
As colts of Helios do leap,
Unwary Phaëton’s vaunt in rife
Cannot voyage mid-heaven’s steep.
To crave the everlasting course
Of pleasure’s sunlit, silver sweep,
A golden arc expends its source
As knighted day bows down to sleep.
Laugh gladly, yet in portent laugh
This hour is a downer’s reap,
When time from charm does steal a quaff
Weep gently, for perchance you weep.
Embrace Your UniquenessBecause without it, wouldn't life be boring?Embrace Your Uniqueness1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because without it, wouldn't everything be the same?
Because with it, we can find our inner peace.
Because with it, we learn that by being different
We love each other the same.
spadeyou, into my bonesspade4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dug marrow with a spade.
my house, filled with cats & combs;
only breathless air can fade.
the points of his nails
raging against her patchwork quilt,
ripped off the ends of my cattails
and my celosia began to wilt.
there are many wicked things
and the spade is most impartial.
swords and daggers will slay kings
but the spade buries the marshall.
Never LastingI've a low tolerance for stupidity.Never Lasting2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Stray I AmI have no place in this world.The Stray I Am2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just float from space to space.
Talking to this boy and that girl,
each time wearing a different face.
Coming from nowhere and having nothing,
I try to find some form of peace.
From place to place I keep on jumping,
occupying shelter without maintaining a lease.
I transform from this person to that person,
whoever I need to be for the occasion.
struggling through bouts of internal coercion,
losing myself more and more in these alterations.
Always on alert, preparing for the next move,
in a moments notice I can pick up and run.
React on impulse, jumping into new shoes.
Walking in the next life until its worn out and done.
Pick up a new life, leave the old behind,
And yes, its that easy. There's nothing to miss.
Take a look at my past, see what you find.
A stray who did what he had just to exist.
You won't finda life lived with integrity,
no great achievements that warrant any pride.
Just a rocky timeline of vague activity,
A small spot on the world just
The Joy of SorrowWeep gently, for perchance you weepThe Joy of Sorrow3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cull not the season’s ample rain;
Few ills so slight in sorrows sleep-
-The wise joys in exalting pain.
Weep gently, in passionate silence weep
Bleak tears for form and symmetry,
In nature’s want of balance, weep
And welcome: what must be, must be.
Weep gently, if you have to weep:
Limn crystal woe on a bare face;
What’s lost in loss, in loss do keep
Till Hector is brought home in grace.
Weep gently, weep the mortal’s weep,
Exile old winter from your breast,
Weep gently, in rueful joy do weep,
Till tears bequeath each epoch’s best.
LabyrinthIn the quiet emotional state, everything stays calm.Labyrinth1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
White ivory walls around reach above to the distant sky.
Numerous pathways seem to be laid, leading home.
Pity we have to walk and cannot fly frighteningly high.
These walls cast no shadows. They feel smooth to touch.
They give no hint on how to leave this labyrinth.
The mystical Labyrinth of Life, we want to solve so much.
Strange, we do not see, it is only to our deaths sprint.
This puzzle gets resolved by reaching the destination.
However, it means we are going to die on that spot.
Why cannot we enjoy life pure fascination?
Is not that what we have really for long sought?
Shadow of ChernobylA town of nothing but,Shadow of Chernobyl1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
death filled rainfall
fell so torrential
once so bustling
with children of joy
next an exodus
left but a toy.
the failures of human
open to nature
the invisible enemy
with delayed effects
the failures of human
the most dangerous enemy
is hard to detect.
bushes through windows
where once were faces
cannot be touched
without fatal traces
the radioactive mayday
never so literal
died in it's heyday
Shadow of Chernobyl.