Dark DaysI fall into a black abyss of painDark Days5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where nothing and nobody's left...
no love, no tenderness,
just deep emptiness.
I look for a ray of light to cling to,
a slim hope that is worth living for,
that helps me breathe...
but darkness blinds me.
Then, like a black, threatening flood,
pain rises from my womb to my heart,
and finally spurts from my eyes
disguised as crystal tears.
My NightMy Night...My Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and painful memories,
heart stops bleeding,
life is suspended...
Death.The flesh from her bonesDeath.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Worms and mold
Her eyeballs averted,
and fell out of her head.
her bones turned to dust
and they left her for dead.
The gravestone all crumbled
and Ivy Coated.
Death came to soon,
and nobody saw it.
A loud honk and screech
she skidded so well-
Across the pavement,
but now she's in hell.
Fulfillment: a ReflectionFulfillment: a Reflection2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
What is fulfillment? Is it the culmination of a life's work, self-actualization, or maybe spiritual realization? Is it felt in fleeting moments, or is it something more consistent? Must one strive to achieve it, or is it possible to simple be, fulfilled. I cannot be sure, but in my short years feelings of fulfillment have come, more often than not, when I least expected.
Every project has the potential to give a feeling of achievement, but only when an endeavor is something I truly love, do I ever feel fulfilled. For example, after months of practice, finally taking my seat along with the rest of the band to play a concert for four judges and hundreds of our peers, getting ready to let what was once a series of incoherent sounds spill forth as music do I feel an exhilarating sense of pride, and enjoyment. I love art. Some of my most fulfilling moments, were the moments I
completed a drawing or painting that tested my patience, and, o
Unmarked Paths of MisdirectionTo the one I once was,Unmarked Paths of Misdirection4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are no words for this letter. It is filled with blank spaces, holes of memories I wish I could remember. I wish for you to fill them in, so that I may retain them, perhaps for all eternity.
Or at least until this paper burns, and memories turn into dust.
To this young grasshopper,
Never skip out on the fields, for they are your friends. They will be your green, your vitality.
And when you have become square like me, it will do you good to remember how to roll down the hills, and perhaps those harsh, sharp corners of reality will begin to disappear.
Dear tiny one,
Reach towards the sky, for I know you can touch it. After the greens, the blues should be your favorite color. But always remember for every pure cotton candy sky, there is a touch of a teardrop, and the yin and yang of this world is something you cannot escape.
Instead, seize the moments while you can, and only mourn the sorrows when there is nothing else to do. Blue is the color of all humani
Tortured LoverTortured Lover4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kay walked slowly down the deserted corridor, desperately wishing she was not here for the reason she was. Her hands were already clenched into fists, but somehow she clenched them tighter and even drew blood. Her hair was still messed up from the vigorous wind outside, and from the person who had run their satin and perfect fingers through it. He had kissed her with lips which were sweeter than
No if she remembered him now, not only would here punishment be worse, but they would kill him.
She looked up, her stormy gray eyes looking like liquid clouds. Tears had smudged her cheeks, and the effort of weeping and wailing had left her red and blotchy. Her feet were bare, and covered in dust dirt and other street grime. Her clothes were foreign and different from the normal clothes that she had seen other girls her age wear. Even so, they were as disheveled at the rest of her appearance.
She looked at the stone walls, and felt a shiver run down her spine, knowing that the walls
Destinations UnknownMy wheels have rolled to Sacramento;Destinations Unknown5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
up and down Donner Pass
where they make you chain up
even when theres no snow
Someday I think Id like
some variety for a change
and just take off on my own
to a destination unknown
Then they rolled through Reno
and across the hellish high desert
and its miles of straight line sagebrush
with a curve or two just for show
all the places Ive seen
through a windshield
leave me empty and alone
like a destination unknown
Eternity is 800 miles, to be exact
my wheels rolled through old Cheyenne
and then on east to Nebraska; across
the plains where theres nothing to distract
I pray, when my time comes,
and my wheels no longer roll
Ill be in my
DilemmaIm in love with you Ive been thinking a lot about it you see, and have come to realize, that you and me are one of a kind, a pair one does not often find. We have argued this is true, but all through and through, we have remained quite, close would be a simple way to put it, quite close. I often wonder at night, as I lay awake, how seldom we fight. There is no cure for our, How do you say? Dilemma. For it really is quite a dilemma we have is it not? And it is these thoughts I have fought. But the truth always finds me, cant you too see, that we, us, me, and you, are meant to be. So darling, drop everything, and open your eyes, and maybe then you will realize, that you love me too.Dilemma5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How would you call it ?Call it shynessHow would you call it ?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This trouble I have going towards people
And not looking for acquaintance
Call it lazyness
Dragging one's feet, locked in my bubble
Establishing every day more distance
Call it fear of mankind
This reason why I can't stand outside
Is not the only one. You stand among them
Call it dismay of first kind
This look at me makes want to ride
A comet and fly away from them...
ArtI draw pictures of mountaintopsArt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
coldly covered in snow and ice--
dragon caves dotted along the way
to the top of my perilous route to
There are no damsels in distress;
there is no Kingdom to save;
I am not a brave knight on
a personal Quest or a
common peasant showing
his worth to his King--
I am a kid in art class
with a new pack of crayons
except for the black one--
that one I used to create a piece
I call, Crows at Night.
© 2009 John Hardesty
The Bridgethe bridge was just outside of townThe Bridge4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and had a nice little creek running under it
twenty feet to the surface and a deep hole
that was full of trout and suckers and chub
fat and sassy and fun to catch
the bottom of the creek was sandy
the banks were low sloped and
talk about a kid magnet!
in the summer we went there to fish
and swim and dig in the sand and
look under rocks for crawfish to
scare the girls with
(more than a few made their way
into a sisters underwear drawer)
we jumped off the top rail of the bridge
into the deep water hole below
on the way to splashdown
over and over wed jump
until Lenny broke his ankle
then the bridge was off-limits
to summer-starved boys
with nothing to look forward to now
except the dry pages of winter
© John Hardesty 2009
Jeff Dunham QuoteSweet Daddy Dee: Is there one other brother in the house tonight?Jeff Dunham Quote6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
[sees a black man]
Sweet Daddy Dee: Oh! Yo, dawg; RUN!
Walter: How long've you been married?
Jeff Dunham: Fifteen years.
Walter: You'll see.
Jeff Dunham: See what?
Walter: Remember when you said, "'Til death do us part"?
Jeff Dunham: Yeah.
Walter: Later you'll realize you were actually setting a goal.
Jeff Dunham: What are you doing?
Peanut: [exaggerated Japanese accent] Oh, speaking Japanese!
Jeff Dunham: You don't know Japanese.
Peanut: Yeah, I do; Toyota.
Peanut: Oh, Godzilla!
Jeff Dunham: That's not right.
Peanut: Oh, you're right; it'd be...
[opens mouth and nothing comes out until after it closes]
Once MoreOnce More5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Los árboles, lleno de frutas, de sol,
grítame fuerte en urgente temor,
¡Ardiendo bastante! ¡No más a cortar!
las almas del árboles son muerten
Becoming the ForestBecoming the Forest5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Becoming the Forest
The Era of Magic was coming to an end.
Humans were becoming more and more audacious. Lands, mountains and forests were no longer safe places for some inhabitants. Very worried, several Middle Age magical creatures met on a hidden forest opening, willing to find a solution to their future.
They exchanged ideas about what could be done to protect themselves from humans, their evil ways and their destruction. After several hours they finally agreed that the only option would be to leave towards the Tomorrow Lands, a fantastic place that humans would never be able to reach due to their mortal condition. It was a long and dangerous journey, but they knew they had no further options.
A little fairy called Eywanelith, who had kept silent during the meeting, raised her sparkling wand asking for permission to speak. When she had everybody's attention, she said: I would like to stay. And I will share my
Idle TimeYou're all I ever knew of loveIdle Time1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a string tied to my soul
pulling me away
meticulous and beatific
driving a poem
through my heart
you're all I ever knew of love
SensesI look at you and I seeSenses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my awkward teenage years
the beginning days of
a date with my vices
one I shall always crave
I catch your scent
and my world turns
a little faster, but
time slows down like
a chronological prison
I feel your touch
and my skin prickles
I want more than just
a fleeting caress--
or a remembrance
I hear your voice
and I feel like a child
who knows poems
you were blessed with
a healing balm
I still can taste you
like a sun-ripened peach
juicy and sweet
dripping down my chin
and filling my senses
© 2009 John Hardesty
Simple and SweetAn old soulSimple and Sweet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dark traveler
breathes in last season
catching the night-scent
of lonely laughter--
something sweet; something simple
He doesn't notice the collision apocalyptic
the perfect crime
the death of innocents
he plays the game knowing
the black veil hides
how it really feels to see
what's been done
He moves on--
following the dark; always, it seems
a shimmer in the shadows
a killing constellation of lies
like voices in the wind; laughing
simply and sweetly
© John Hardesty 2010
WhitewashIt speaks to meWhitewash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My house of Halls
Where echoes of conversations past
Reverberate against the walls
It tells me things
Whispers and vapors of Harmony; Bliss
Separating places into respective rows
Of transcendental mist
I hear of patterned streaks on the walls;
Runny drips of scarlet spray
Where the children used to pray
Where the father came to prey
It speaks to me
Halls full of Walls
Where echoes of my paintbrush
Reverberate against the respective rows
In The Nick of TimeIn the nick of timeIn The Nick of Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone doesn't die
Another gets to see the sunshine
When closed doors suddenly open
In the nick of time
In a heartbeat
Someone walks by
And looks you in the eye
You understand their soul
In the nick of time
In a fantasy
Pawns on the table
Regard each other with trust
And walk off the board with majesty
In the nick of time
In the blink of an eye
I was lifted from darkness;
A troubled niche in my mind,
By your graciousness
In the nick of time
WinterkillAnd there will be snow soonWinterkill3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But quiet colors calm my eyes
Dead, frozen sadness
Quelled by inner silence
In my harbor of calm
There is no escape
From the falling stars
It's cold out there
But, I'll take a chance;
Sleeping under ermine
I lost my way
The prospects of Spring
Crystallize in my eyes
Like so many frozen breaths
Hum a Few BarsMy cats don't like my singingHum a Few Bars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They flee the room with
Fearful backward glances and poofy tails
When the volume increases
This feeling that I get while singing
Makes me feel alive
I wanted to share it with them
Not so, it would seem
They run; They hide
They cower under the beds
With saucer-shaped eyes
Until I notice they are gone
I stop singing; abashed
But, they still won't come back
For fear I'll start up again
An octave or two out of tune
God damn critics
The BoxThe box came to her from a man unknown and when the time came the box opened revealing virus motes on dandelion fluff, chartreuse meadows and flat, leaden skies.The Box2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She shrunk slightly from the sight. She took leave of herself; she thought she lost something and wondered where she had gone.
The box spoke to her then saying, "where are you now?"
A remembrance came to her, she said, "I am now. I am free. I am at the sea."
The box, satisfied, closed and locked its lid; leaving virus motes on dandelion fluff, chartreuse meadows, flat, leaden skies and the girl convinced she was at the sea.