A Dying Tree or Last WordsMemories:A Dying Tree or Last Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They fall from me
Flutter and scatter
Crumble, become dust
Barren am I
All I have
Taken by the wind
Trapped by the snow
Oh, I want to remember again
I want to live:
To taste the joy, to the taste the pain
But all I have is grey
All I have...
Written on 5/8/10
White DressesI once sat in puddles on swings,White Dresses8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
uncaring of dirty marks left: blue
trousers, black; pink skirts, purple;
white dresses -- no, I didn't wear
I wanted to.
over red-brick walls, rot-green
fences and cold-cut metal poles.
It was then I saw her: brunette locks
tamed by brush and comb and ribbon,
plaited to her waist and back.
"Pretty little loopy!"
I yelled to mother, leant against the gate, lips
parted in discontent as I
fell from my perch, overcome by admiration:
whispy strands swayed, &
Three of HeartsHer hand trails across the still waterThree of Hearts7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The air as dead as her heart
Turned to apathy has she
Her emotions torn apart
The water level can only rise
As she wades on towards her end
Ive been betrayed, destroyed beyond repair
A suicidal blend
The rhythm of her frantic breathing
And the rattle of fallen leaves
Triggered memories of a life long gone
And a love she once believed
Once she had been so happy
Behind a mask she did not see
For once she thought, Could it be true?
Could I finally be free?
Her sanity held by glue and tape
Wasnt enough to keep her sane
After he said that it was over
She could not describe her pain
Shed given her all and even her heart
To make sure that things would work
But never at all did she suspect
That hed just be a jerk
The three of hearts lay on her bed
Taunting her watchful eye
Only then did she figure out
That love is just a lie
If love had been anything at all
It had been a fiery knife
But of course, who would
Dinosaur FactoriesThere used to be smelly old dinosaur factories,Dinosaur Factories7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Offensive to all of our senses olfactory;
The public complained they were dissatisfactory
In the rate of production of things pteridactory.
Those factories were, as I've heard, quite eyesores,
And each day they sent out big earsplitting roars
The government issued a ban, furthermore,
And that was the end of the great Dinosaur.
Trimurti: A Conceptionfoot on throne:Trimurti: A Conception7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this fist of heart
hides in the hollow
of its hold:
magic or slighted
palm a torn scarf
of chest with red footprints
knot in utero, a circlet
of vein dangles about neck.
hang the hunted?
The Other GeminiThe Other Gemini7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the rooftop, watching a sunset's
afterglow fade from orange to purple--
while the stars are replaced by her eyes.
She watches over me with a protected
smile, her hand wipes the tears away--
her presence within a simple breeze.
Every where I walk, she's waiting around
a corner watching my freespirited stride--
her wings keep me dry from rain or sun.
When I lay my head down to rest
her warmth glazes over my body--
keeping my dreams warm with hers.
Sliding With You The summer sun spun out of sight while mice crept out of their holes to enjoy strawberry banquets beneath wispy willows.Sliding With You6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hes coming to visit me tomorrow, she thought. The hardest thing Ive ever done was telling him how I felt. That event will pale in comparison to saying good-bye to him when he has to leave.
Owls danced in the night air while the moon murmured silent dreams. When we are young, the night seems chilling and terrifying, but as we grow older it acquires a certain ponderous beauty that we associate with secretive trysts and coloured holiday lights.
One two three four five six there are six clouds! Why six?
I dont know, honey, he said.
What are you thinking about right now? she asked.
EPIC HAIKU QUESTION-A-THON"Just three days behind -EPIC HAIKU QUESTION-A-THON7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Better late than never, right?
Have a platypus!" <3
"My friend, your cat is
Flying through the stratosphere,
Chasing flying fish."
Day 2: (Needed two for this one! xD)
"The cake tells untruths
Because it didn't get loved
In its sad childhood.
Its mission in life
Is to deceive others, but
All it wants is love!"
Day 3: (Points if ye get the reference in this one!)
"A wizard's beard is
As precisely as long as
He means it to be!"
Ode to the sweet stuff:
Chocolate has a bash on tongues.
It's better than sex
Ah, Freddie, my dear,
Wherefore comes thy dandiness?
Gotta be the 'stache. <3
Sugar highs are fun,
But won't make your rocket go!
... Er, that came out wrong.
Day 7: (>D THIS ONE NEEDED TO BE A LIMERICK!)
Shalafi doth think it quite fun
To cause madd'ning bunnies to run
For Raist needs no clone,
He kicks ass alone,
Because THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!
X-Ray eyes see all;
But they still can't see what life
Is really here for.
half passed...gonehalf passed...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by popular demand
writing letters to no place
like it were my home
that picture on the wall you
claim to have
like the scab
I picked for months,
now scratching away at
a comfortable scar
theres only dark at the end of those tunnels
thus, I'll be in Hackensack
in my all to eager grasp
focusing on the ground
in fear of depth
some one tell me
not to look up
never felt so
as tiring as change is
I'll take this jet lag over
coming down any day
I think this could be it
but i am certainly not
37 Tips for Yeti Survival1. Some people claim there is no such thing as a Yeti. These people should be shot on sight because they are obviously Yetis in disguise. Dont worry, the police will totally understand.37 Tips for Yeti Survival7 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. A Yeti can easily be recognized by its large size, hairy body, and bad smell. Sort of like your weird cousin Earl.
3. Yetis work by getting into your tent and eating everyone inside. Therefore, if a Yeti asks to enter your tent, tell it no.
4. A Yetis main source of food includes cattle, hippies, and Asian people. Although it has yet to be attacked, California is an obvious and tempting target for any Yeti.
5. The Yetis North American cousin, the Sasquatch or Bigfoot, is a total pansy and should be shot for it. To compensate for this travesty, the American people named a sweet monster truck after the latter.
6. When picking your Yeti-fighting equipment, make sure that your weapon is large, powerful, and looks cool. It is a well known fact that a Yeti wont die unless if feels t
HaikuWriMo_Feb091.HaikuWriMo_Feb096 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lambent streaks on sand
frost in summer's garden
crisp upon the waves
grim ferric blanket
irradiently blurred mist
mix heaven and earth
crass banshee screeches
exquisite swallow diving
creak in grizzled wind
whispers of snowdrops;
news of spring
sleep beneath waltzing flame --
soot the red-brick.
tension building, thumb removed;
kiss as red
and surprising as winter
prowl laughter-filled air
child floats through her
he and I
stick out tongues for flakes--
laugh like kids.
melts snowflakes on my lips
engraved with claret lines
soprano to the traffic's
SocksYou can't always win a nobel prizeSocks7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or vicarious eyes
while thinking of ways to rhyme
with a 2 syllable word;
I spew lizard,
despite how absurd,
and whether or not
that strikes you in awe
or raises a brow,
or opens your jaw,
regardless of whatever you're thinking right now,
this has no relevance... to anything. At all.
Sometimes you write
about humanity's flaws,
write to grant laughter,
or analyze God,
but then when you write,
you imagine your bed!
so maybe you'd rather be writing
about... socks, instead.
It shouldn't take long
since i'm very much familiar
and quite frankly, an expert,
in the subject matter,
I mean, I wear socks
like, every day, man.
It's I think something
everyone should try.
At least once,
just sit down and write.
No theory, no philosophy,
no literary temptation.
Just write shit about socks,
and the feet that wear them.
Haikuwrimo 2008 - Complete1.Haikuwrimo 2008 - Complete6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A blade sheds a tear,
glistening when dawn rises--
fresh morning grass.
dart to and fro--
cat versus squirrel.
Bushy tail, brown lines
a cat watches his prey.
(The above poem holds special meaning and is dedicated to a special writer who dedicated 1000 of his poems on a cat/squirrel relationship. RIP old friend...)
of red, white, and blues--
and a meow.
Beautiful oak tree,
rough bark, cladded shield--
a good cat scratch post.
White cracks in the sky
followed by an applause--
rain hitting a tin roof.
salad at noon;
Whopper for dinner.
(This is a mockery of the amount of effort some Americans do when they try to lose weight but instead deviate from diet plan and break the rule. Like my roommate Larry does...)
Dark, ominous clouds
loom overhead with fury--
kitty looking at me while I sleep.
more than a foot tall--
Time to mow.
a cooler o
The ChaseShe runs her fingers through her hairThe Chase7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her ragged gasps pollute the air
Gone is the poise, the queenly grace
She's caught up in a primal chase.
Her husband's close behind her still
His heart is hungry for a kill
His wife's betrayal tore his soul
And caused him to lose all control.
She stumbles on the cobbled floor
Steadies herself upon the door
Her bare feet throb with bruise and cut
She slams the door, and bars it shut.
The tears stream freely down her cheeks
Tattooing them with ugly streaks
She hears her husband rage and shout
He can't get in she can't get out.
An hour passes, more or less
Her heart slows in her heaving chest
Behind the door, silence lies thick
Should she go out? Is it a trick?
After a while, she dries her eyes
Hauls herself up on burning thighs
Unbars the door, and risks a peek
The room rings with a piercing shriek
Her husband, that once gentle Lord
Has thrown himself upon his sword
The blood flows freely from his chest
She screams, he smiles he goe
Haikuwrimo - Feb - 2009Haikuwrimo - Feb - 20096 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and a lone tear
a super soup
of fowl and steel!
only the groundhog knows
both evade my grasp
barely enough snow
to write about
between blades of grass
the snowdrops huddle
at the cabaret
a chilled spine
a season teases
with a spring like day
out of habit
I grab my coat
works off her food
no need for heat
this winter day
a long day
between the sheets
a short night
at the beach
the sea foam resembles
fresh fallen snow
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
my suicideI don't understand how this happenedmy suicide7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know when it'll stop
I was floating high on a cloud
then suddenly I was dropped
I feel far down
didn't know I was so high
thought you'd hold me close
instead you watched me die
thought you'd comfort me
I thought you cared
but when I needed you most
you just stood there and stared
you stood there watching
but something blocked your sight
what other reason could you have not saved me?
from my eternal death that night
I was screaming and crying
praying you'd save my life
but you see you were the cause
because love was my knife
I died because I loved you
it broke me up inside
I never should've fallen
and love was my suicide
A Quiet ThoughtA Quiet Thought6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wise man once imparted to me
by way of a hotel napkin:
"Stay in your heart
and everything will be all right."
She Is DaylightShe Is Daylight10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I spoke to you, O sunny day -
an' it seemed my voice was as a cloud
that briefly shadowed your fine rays
in saying more than was allowed.
I sang of you, gave wings to words
and thought to win you with their flight
and finery, but such poor birds
seem stains upon your perfect sky.
And yet it seems you spoke of me:
your beaming smile dispelling shade;
a balm unto my fevered brain;
in praise of my fair minstrelsy.
And so, if clouds and rain must come,
they shall at night - when you are gone.
Old HabitsI shouldnt have answered his call yesterdayOld Habits6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Id deleted his number, but knew it on sight
My heart shouldnt have skipped when I heard his request
But old habits die hard, so I met him tonight
I shouldnt have dithered about in the flat
Blow-drying my hair and applying my face
It was silly to pick out my best underwear
But old habits die hard, so I went with the lace
I shouldnt have giggled when he kissed my cheek
And replied to his flirting with flirting of mine
I was foolish to pour out my heart once again
But old habits die hard, so I poured some more wine
I shouldnt have let him take me to his place
Sat down with a whiskey and cuddle up tight
His kiss shouldnt have made my heart melt like it did
But old habits die hard, so I stayed there all night.
three letters to hadesI.three letters to hades6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is how I want to die:
I will have sent letters to the few in my life - a cascade of leaves with veins very much like my own. It is an injustice that they depart with such colourful splendor, while we lay limp in our anemic pallor, dull slabs of marble flesh. I will have lain down my body and tools beside that which is my greatest work, in marriage to what I shall become. The doors will be locked, a fire at the threshold, and mortality set in my heart. The décor, I leave, up to you.
A few odd decades have passed, and I mean no offense when I say I am taken by the joys of this absurd existence. Even so, I understand our contract it is our tragedy, is it not? I must thank you for giving me the opportunity to express my preference in advance; but, to the matter at hand, to put it simply, I wish this to be painless for myself and others.
As I have said, I shall leave the rest to you.