HieroglyphicsHieroglyphics on the blackboardHieroglyphics9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Teacher speaks in foreign tongues
Signs to be interpreted by Daniel alone
A scolding because I'm staring
Onto the surface of the desk
Being puzzled turns to not caring
These slowly sweeping clock hands torture
Me while they're creeping on and on
But oh, this is not the worst thing
Endless lessons I'd endure
I did so all these years
But the worst fact about this is
My future might depend on it.~
deep in theremy sexuality still lurksdeep in there14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the closet society locked
it in, pacing back and forth,
Fooled me with your eyes-Fooled me with your eyes,Fooled me with your eyes-20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
made me sink like the Titanic
with you as the glacier
imbedded into my side.
Hacked into my system,
fingertips sliding over
skin, pushing all
you broke my firewall, you know
-had to reconstruct it
with matches and
twigs; it’s quite pitiful.
Guess there just wasn’t enough
to keep you out-
for someone who’s colorblind
I’ve sure been seeing a lot of red.
Rub'i of MelancholyI who had once wished to the stars, aloft;Rub'i of Melancholy10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And paid from my deeds, for I thought, how oft
Have I dreamt of the days of old; my way -
cold, distant - like woodcraft that has gone soft
random thought 157Taketh for thy self so to giveth to others.random thought 1575 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anyone like me trying to talk like Shakespeare XD
Mind FodderThe other night when I couldn't sleep I opted to count books on shelves instead of sheep. The old bookshelf within my mind held numerous, dusted old tomes, and as the pointer finger of a withered hand bumped along each cloth-covered spine I counted.Mind Fodder9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My only problem?
The hand kept pulling the books off the shelves,
and opening them to read.
Open LetterYou thread your acoustic guitar,Open Letter21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a brick walled stage,
Singing songs from many years ago.
During such break,
Every dedicated hearts cried out for your voice:
A crisp, spring life of love and hope.
If I only knew how the way you really feel.
Those unspoken words,
Were cast away in garden full of green.
How lost your fragile soul was,
But what a glory that today you've come back singing,
To people whom cherished you.
The BeachcomberThe Beachcomber1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tip of my forceps moves gently through the small pebbles as I search the remnants of an ancient seashore. I sort the pebbles into different piles and then…there…the small spiral rock. I grasp the tiny fossil in my forceps and looking through my magnifying glass I see that it is the internal mold of a shell, millions of years old…the inner core of the shell.
As I imagine the fossil’s seashore, I recall all the many happy times walking along the shore with my family looking for whatever of interest had washed ashore. The shells from those sun-filled days are now in a jar decorating a shelf in my home. And every time I see the shells I remember the feel of the waves as they crashed uncompromisingly against my legs, the sand slipping away from under my feet as the water returned to the ocean. I remember walking the narrow strip between the infinite ocean and the particularity of the sand…the sound of the
RemnantsRemnants1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
As we were ending the last real visit with my mother, I turned on the porch to look back, and my mother gathered her strength, smiled, and waved goodbye to me.
When I returned to see her, about a week later, everything looked pretty much the same except something vital was missing. There was the house with her stamp on all its contents, but it was like she herself had already gone. She had deteriorated so much that as I saw her lying in her bed, it was like seeing someone I did not know. Someone that was wearing mother's pajamas. It was like coming upon a place where a spring thunderstorm had just passed...evidence of the storm everywhere, the water glistening on every blade of grass, dripping from the leaves of trees, and running in rivulets into pools and streams. The atmosphere, charged with the aftermath of lightning, holding the silence of the rolling thunder, which had rolled away beyond all hearing. And all that was left were the
Prolong WinterProlong WinterProlong Winter20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Laying steel arc,
To weave a silk fan;
For a very cold spring.
UntitledThere comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will.Untitled4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So don't worry about the people from your past--
There's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.
~ das ding an sich
Ticking ClockMy eyes,Ticking Clock20 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why my eyes,
Against your cries
To your demise
I've made it!!!!!OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!I've made it!!!!!21 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've made it!
I've made it!
I've made it through!!
All this pain!
All this misery!
All that's left behind...are scars.....
Scars that remind me...that the past is the past
My battle cryI wish I could take you back in time, to that day thirteen years ago,My battle cry18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To look through the veil to see the unseen, and the things only angels would know
To see The Lamb of God,
Creator of truth, My Lord and King,
Of all things on earth, and everything,
Knowing and calling me, By MY own name,
With a purchase of Blood through the cross he came,
To take this boy, this puny man,
And gently place him in the maker’s hand,
I know I was broken, But the bounty is paid,
When on Jesus’s body, all our sin had been laid,
On that day I wasn’t like all the rest,
For on that day my stone heart became flesh,
Of all the Love I’ll ever have, with deep affections or even a ring,
This Love for God is truest, for in me it changes everything,
If the changes aren’t coming and your spiritual life grows stale,
And from the cup that should be overflowing, tastes of bitter ale,
One question to you, do you love only what He gives?
Or with all that you are, do you love the God,
I want you to tickle meI feel so ticklish right now.I want you to tickle me1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here, I´m sitting on the bed, watching you.
Can´t you feel my look, see my daring smile?
I feel pretty dirty, almost sinful.
It´s just tickling, right?
But it feels so good.
I just love having you wriggle your fingers
into my sides. You know when I hug you close to me, everytime you tickle me?
That´s me loving it so much that I´m holding you closer, but at the same time it tickles so badly. I´m afraid I might uncounsciously fight against it. I don´t want to ruin it.
My feet are like a mine field and I can feel you searching for the most sensitive spot. I´ll tell you where, it´s my toes.
Around, in between...the ticklisness of soft fabric rubbing
against the weak parts between my toes, it´s terrible.
I want to just scream with laughter at it.
Please never stop, I-I´ve been waiting so l-long for this.
Ah..fuck...that tickles so....haha....freheheakin much.
random thought 156Why is it that we strive to learn about everything around us before we really learn about ourselves?random thought 1565 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will anyone notice?I'm drowningWill anyone notice?12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down into the abyss
I'm losing air
The words won't come out
No one can see it though
The fear is taking control
Losing sight of the goal
Will anyone notice?
Writing.There was a time when words would fail me. I would sit for hours on end, never knowing what to say. Never knowing what sentence should come next.Writing.14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But suddenly it clicked.
The words flow quicker now, wilder and more brilliant than I could imagine. Yes, I was a writer. Not an artist.
And oh, the things I could do.
I can paint worlds and places and people with my words, something my hands could never do. Been there, done that, tried it. No matter how beautiful I could sketch, it never came out right. I was never satisfied. But my words, oh how my words can fly from my fingertips in seconds, appearing on the page and creating things. The frustration was gone; for I can draw with my words. I can write the things I can never say, build the worlds I cannot draw, and weave the stories I cannot live.
Is that not wonderful?
Moving into War: EpilogueThe knightly bee was at the tree with Antalia. The day after they escaped that lab, they had the egg feel more warm. While the knight was checking the still living oval, he felt it move. What happened was a jump, a crack, then the egg broke apart as it’s purpose was complete. What the knight saw was a green caterpillar with large, black, round eyes. A pink antenna was on the forehead. Chalgillo sent a signal to Antalia to come swiftly. She did just that. The female gasped when she saw the newborn bug. Then she tilted her head in confusion. Chalgillo looked at Antalia. “Is something wrong?” Antalia shook her head. “No, it is just that we never had a Caterpie hatched from around here.” She stared at the confused green bug. It rolled over, thinking to play around. Both bees felt happy at the new child.Moving into War: Epilogue19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"But it is fine. I’m sure this one can survive. But…not here. I believe there is another place." Chalgillo stared at Antalia in confusion. "What i
Lucky.I stand idle, not because I'm lost but because I have nothing to do...Lucky.19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am weak, not because I'm exhausted but because I'm lazy...
I don't eat fast food, not because I can't afford it but because I have other options...
I have many possessions, not because I needed them but because I wanted them...
I don't use my old things, not because they're broken but because they've been replaced...
I'm thin, not because I'm starving but because I want to be...
I live my life today, not because I fought for it, but because I'm lucky.
SnowflakeDescribed asSnowflake20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
perfect in its own way
beautiful, always has
Unique by the way
is just not so true
can be broken too
We are not all special
as you so think
Strong but scared
Sacred but hurt
Shattered but still alive
can be ugly too