On ParabolaOn Parabola10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.
The SimurghThe Simurgh2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Simurgh (Titanochiroptera trigintavis) is a large megachiropteran bat indigenous to the temperate mountain forests of the Mid-East. Weighing up to 150 lb with a wingspan of 33–36 feet, it is the largest bat in the world.
The Simurgh is mainly covered in copper-coloured fur, with white fur on the face and underbelly. The wings and ears are black and leathery. The forward facing eyes are bright green, and give the animal a sense of human-like intelligence.
Male Simurghs are slightly smaller than females, and their wings are decorated with light grey eye-spots, which are used to attract mates.
Simurghs are generally peaceful, solitary creatures, but when provoked, can inflict serious damage with their thumb claws. Because of their large size, adult Simurghs spend most of their time on the ground, though juveniles will roost in trees like other fruit bats.
Simurghs are browsers, and us
The Fence by NinfalathThe Fence by Ninfalath11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My days become numbered
My actions routine
As I sit on the fence
Where destinies scream
Two side of a coin
Each sides of the fence
Calling me over
Which side do I tread?
One side, my ambitions
My worldly claims
My wealth, my possessions
All to my name
All my desires
In one place it would seem
But there is something stirring
Like a croc in a stream
On the other is a man
Down on his knees
Crying for mercy
For me to be redeemed
With holes in his hands
Like the hole in my heart
He grants me forgiveness
For the times I depart
When I curse, when I lie
When I steal and cheat
He tells me he's forgotten
I see the holes in his feet
Which way do I fall?
Or should I just remain
A man on a fence
And praise him in vain?
My life as I know
Or my life for him
Call him my savior
Or curse him again?
My body grows empty
I teeter and trot
One side grows heavy
The other does not
So without thinking
I fall to my end
My eyes close for impact
But I'm caught by my friend
I look to my possessions
And see them va
Coffee MugsCoffee Mugs11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a man's world,
you can tell
from the dirty coffee mugs,
huddled together on the table.
The lone water bottle stands above them,
imposing, clear and tall, as its owner,
Her pregnant belly precedes her like a shield:
a neon sign flashing "here I am".
In the elevator, two people dare a smile
while they talk of things they know
no-one else cares about.
They wear glasses and awkward clothes.
In this place time hangs like tepid air,
which no fresh wind can ever disperse.
SolitudeSolitude11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drink The Tears From My Eyes..
Taste The Blood From My Pains..
Only Than You Might Know..
What Runs Deep Through My veins..
Feel The Depts Of My Soul..
Smell The Scent Of My Fears..
For To Know Me By Heart..
Will Take More Than Just years
Bevi le lacrime dai miei occhi..
assapora il sangue dal mio dolore..
solo quello che tu puoi conoscere..
Che corre in profondità attraverso le mie vene..
Senti le profondità della mia anima..
Annusa l'odore delle mie paure..
Per conoscermi con il cuore.
Prenderà maggiormente...che solo anni
per la traduzione in italiano non sono sicuro...
...l'ultima frase la potrei tradurre con un "Durerà di più che solo anni"...
GraffitiI am graffiti on a wallGraffiti9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people admired me
They said I was a work of art
I was a colorful design
making a statement in this world
I hold a hidden message
Only the artist understands
Graffiti is an art
But some people cant see it
They think it is a mess
So they critisize me
Point out that I'm a disgrace
And with out taking one second
To try to understand
They painted over me
In black and white
With what they think I should be
Delicate GashesThe sun set upon the saturation of my bloodDelicate Gashes12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rich and dripping
Red anguish set upon cold broken skin
And this act was yours...
Intricate destruction of the work of beauty that is me.
The dark is in its deepest metamorphosis
So deadly still, yet churning all around me.
You clung to my chest
Flesh wounds inflicted
By the sharp softness of your tongue
And you drank
Of every pure emotion I had to give
Drank my warmth until you could find no more…
Then disappeared in search of something richer
Leaving only the toxic suffocation of your memory
And here I lay on a barren earth
Paralyzed shards of pain
For the shiver that is my skin
And the lifeless black that is my veins
To open to the possibility
That you missed a drop of my heart
Deep within my bones
My eyes glaze toward a darkened horizon
Unaware of breath
Waiting for the cool glow of morning,
Far away but always unfailing,
To reach for me
With a moment of barest light
To remind me
Wake In Your ArmsImages flashWake In Your Arms12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across my view,
pictures of you.
I don't think I've realised
how far you've gone.
Let me sleep on this thought
and wake up in your arms.
I want to tell you
I won't forget.
I want you to know
you still have friends.
I want to tell you
I'm not done yet,
but I'll see you again
when this life ends.
They glow like you
in purple and red.
It's hard to remember
how brightly you shone.
Let me sleep tonight
and wake up in your arms.
I want to know
that you're alright
I want to find
some answers tonight.
I want to know
that you're free from harm.
Let me dream tonight
of waking in your arms.
BreakEvenAtDowncast.I remember staring at the cracks, looking for where the rain falls through.BreakEvenAtDowncast.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those yellow walls seemed to stifle me
when my father called and told me he was sorry
And he loved me.
Tears threated my eyes with that beautiful commodity.
(No one knows the semantics behind "I love you")
I stared at the sky until the stars behind my eyes collided.
Thinking "This will never be something that keeps me awake."
(From then on, everything kept me awake.)
The bird on my window said
"Hello, my wings do not work."
I pushed him off and learned how to deal with grief.
A lady walked in and confided
"Hello, I do not feel like breathing."
I walked her to the ocean, finding out that a ship wreck has its afterglow.
And walked back Home alone.
Once upon a time...If only you could read into my mind,Once upon a time...12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look into my open pages,
And see the embedded words of indelible ink,
And know for true, the contents of my heart.
The last chapter of my life has ended,
New one begins, is written, as you live in my life,
Writing the next word as you imprint my soul, mark it forever,
Permanence, seeping into me, your essence,
Still I'm scared; just don't make any mistakes,
Because like a ink stains in a book, heartbreak forever mars the heart,
And I never want to cry again, feeling like you ripped out my pages,
Tore out my heart.
And please, don't cry, it makes me blurry,
Makes it harder for you to understand me,
And all I want is to be understood,
And to understand you.
So into my book comes the next chapter,
Written by the hand of my love, by you,
And please, let's try for a happy ending,
And live happily ever after.
Sweet ObsessionSweet Obsession10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My nights are filled with dreams of you,
holding hands as the sweet sun sets.
Heartbeats grow faster, but I slowly break,
these memories of you I will never be able to erase.
I weep from the inside out,
every teardrop counting every moment spent with you.
Nourishing them like a garden of roses,
as I long for you more and more with each passing day.
Never tell me it's just my imagination,
but your smile tells me that you're insecure.
You choke your pillow every night trying to hide the truth,
how much you need me too.
Just tell me that you're hurting,
and I'll find the strength within to save you.
I promise I'll keep you safe from the darkest of storms,
and cherish all your secrets deep within my soul.
My, my, my,
blues oneblues one9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Blues One: Internal, Literal
The vision of youth -
out on the playground,
it was there and we saw it
coming and going
hard fast and magical, spherical -
pitched between two knuckles
by big authority
with a slippery spit release
and it just happened that the sun was high
and you said you were blinded -
and you said you were wounded -
and you struck out by a mile
with only the swoosh of air between you
All small miracles gone in an instant.
The innocence of cracks in the concrete -
and how an insect was a day at the theatre
if even for a split second -
and everything was new
every sound, every sight -
every dirty word -
every lie so perfect in its truth.
And now you're a thirty-something
and even though no two snow flakes are the same,
no two rain drops alike,
every stone in your well manicured lawn
is left unturned
and the tribes under them wait cold in rot
for your hand to reveal them -
to see them and to realize:
there's more to this existence
life isn't fairlife isn't fair11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I feel
As though I'm dead
I can't do anything
I've reached an end
People hate me
No matter what I do
I don't want to live
My life is crud
Try being me
See how long you last
Think it's easy?
Kiss my ass
Course it's not
Don't be dumb
My life is sad
Never any fun
So leave me here
To rot and die
Happiness is hard to find
It can't be bought
Let me die in peace
No one to care
I don't want to live
Life isn't fair.
RainRain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the rain falls down around me
The drops of water pierce my skin like glass
Cold like ice, but there I stand, inside my mind.
I go deeper into my thoughts,
I hear the rain, but no longer feel it.
Drowning in my memories.
Brought back to life, to the pouring rain, by a soft touch.
I am led back home to the warmth of my love.
He holds me in his arms.
And I am happy.
Happy with the rain falling down around me
When The Sky MeltsDamaged and broken is pick me up,When The Sky Melts8 years ago in Other More Like This
Split lips and bruised shins,
Acting brainless for the sake of art,
Spitting curses, and damning names.
Unlike you, I know the cost,
That was alright, but I heard it from someone else.
Thinking of things that make the user feel bold.
While excusing all that reason holds.
Going forward in the meantime, holding back,
Everyone loves an amusement park,
And nobody can handle the candy.
After all, I'm all that matters.
Strive to retain something, so that nothing is lost,
That's all that I have.
Looking sideways always causes confusion,
But you do it anyways.
There's something caught in my lung,
The ashes get thicker and thicker.
Nothing left to hold,
Not even the exhaled air that used to be here.
I wish sometimes there would be more,
Concealed in this tiny room,
But then again, this is what happens,
When the sky melts.
Dead TearsDead Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am alone.
I am a squished banana
Under the foot of a clown
Peel back my yellow layers
Reveal the soft white child inside
I am slightly mushy
Perhaps you should have eaten me sooner.
Today they forgot to give me crackers with my soup.
I think they did it on purpose.
Why should I have crackers
If nobody loves me?
I sit alone outside the library.
There is no place to sit inside.
It's always like this.
Oh! What a cruel existance is this?
Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Perhaps I gave the wrong postal code.
Santa does not exist.
The blood trickles down my chin
And onto my inadequately-developed chest.
The clown laughs no more.
Same Random ThoughtsSame Random Thoughts12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I am again
doesnt matter if this is a trip
to the future or the past
is the same over and over again
The same thought comes and goes
in different versions appears
polluting my mind with inner tears
words and sentences that tells me the same
stucked in the same moment everyday
i want my head to flush away
The anxiety, the pain, comes to stay
wishing good things on me
but in the deep nest of me i know
that i never will reach them
My joy feeds itself from memories
because now i dont dare to risk myself
all the price that i had pay
all the tears washed away
Should i dare to risk again
i think not cos i already know the end
hiding my tears from the people who cares
showing to all a disguised face
Should i dare to risk again
i guess not cos is all the same
getting old within my pain
damaging my soul for a bit of air
i know no more the end of this random thoughts
I grap this pen to calm the pain
hoping to feel a bit better expressing myself
but what i really need is a warm hand by my sid
elephantasmaelephantasma11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
OutmodedOutmoded10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like soft-blip, rhetorical representations with just
enough candor to be passed off as an epic catalog
or am I dribbling a false self-titled endowment?
Spanish OrchardSpanish Orchard10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the roadside orchards were
bright as peaches
firming in autumn breeze
I was broken in lay-by pieces.
a lightly-painted lady,
elephant faced with
horse's complexion, approached.
Her expression --
that of dripping canvas.
I glanced and turned politely
(screwdriver in hand)
toward my choking car.
The pointed sound of her running,
heels clicking, dress
coating tarmac lime.
She clawed onto my arms with
pushing varnish nails
into male flesh.
Her thin lips flickered pastel dust.
time stood between us, as she
rambled words of
who'd walked into the orchard
convinced he was tree.
She told me of how he stood
proudly growing fruit.
which come the autumn fell imperfect,
rotting into earth.
A Not-Love PoemA Not-Love Poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]
This is not a love poem,
not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February
stomping the signatures of lost years
in footprints on the pristine present-
this, not-night has become electric
with memories smashing through
the thin ice of teenage alchemy,
charged, with the possibility of
or even a complete skeleton
of our separate childhoods
we, are the miners of nostalgia, now.
But in this not-night,
with the subtle city lights,
you're not prince charming.Do you remember the first time we met?you're not prince charming.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sure thing, it was that barbeque a few summers back. I was wearing jeans and you were wearing a stained skirt. Youd tripped over your shoelaces that youd forgotten to tie and knocked over the ketchup. How could I forget that graceful creature?
I remember that you were wearing a cornflower-blue shirt that matched your eyes and I only tripped because youd smiled at me. I still have that skirt somewhere. And I remember that you danced with your five-year-old cousin because shed asked. Ive never seen anything sweeter in my life.
I remember that, my back still hurts from bending down.
It was adorable. And then you came over and asked my name. Why?
You were standing in front of the steak. I came for the meat, you were just a bonus.
Always a romantic.
Im a walking Hallmark card.
But you still asked me to dance.