The Old Man and the Manx Im going to the ruined temple to find my daughter, Manx, said the old man.The Old Man and the Manx7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It had been a chance meeting between the two. The Manx had loped over a rocky outcropping on the veldt just as the weathered old man had sat down in its shade, preparing to camp for the rapidly descending night. They had stood face to face for many long moments before the old man spoke, and now the two regarded each other with a strange mix of curiosity and suspicion.
The Manx was about the size and shape of a large, tailless dog, with patchy, straw-coloured fur that was speckled around his face and feet with the frosty white of age. His legs were long and ungainly, and their joints were knobby from years of malnourishment. At one time, the Manx had obviously had beautiful tattoos of dancing flames branded into the flesh on his sides and shoulders. Now, however, they simply hung like sad ribbons on his gau
Dragonflies..Dragonflies..5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A night so warm upon a breeze
Sending shivers through the trees
Breathing life within the night
Creating beauty from the sight
As many dragonflies did fly
Their splendor lighting up the sky
and floating gently to the glow
The warmth, a guide of where to go
Wonder followed the candles blaze
A misty sight in pleasures gaze
A dream she held within her heart
Until the dragonflies did part
A memory stored, to remember when
A simple thought is needed then
To place a smile upon her face
This gentle girl of calm and grace..
Eve Took The Snake BaitTell me this nightEve Took The Snake Bait6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of how mankind fell.
How the mother of us all
made sure her husband
ate, too, and did fall.
Fell into a web spun tight.
Why did our mother
Listen to the charming snake
About the knowledge
That the fruit would bring
she must listen and partake.
He showed future loss
No apple pies baked
And she would know about lies
She would know of shame
But he did not say
Anything about the cross.
Mother Eve, come
You will not be lost
Knowledge abounds and then some
Knowing all like God
Being wise like Him
She was never told the cost.
Can you even fathom?
She had lots of fear
When she knew what she had done
She called Adam near,
Husband, please be calm
It is good; full of wisdom."
Adam shook his head
and she smiled at him,
"Husband, I know about death
He won't do as said
If you eat this too
Because He gave you His breath."
Adam was beguiled
By his own woman
Because of her words he ate
Eve took the snake bait
She sealed man's fate
Until God made a new Plan.
Seven Reasons Why I Loved You.</b>Seven Reasons Why I Loved You.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are spent waxing lyrical and
kissing your eyelashes in the library,
you mouth the third knuckle on my right hand,
and memorize the hollow of my cheek.
tender kisses press like
afterthoughts and postscripts on my forehead:
Would you?Would you?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If I cried
would you catch my tears
would you chase away my demons that chase me
would you make me smile the way only you can
would you hold me close tell the shaking ceased
If I bled
would you hold my hand and tell me its gonna be OK
would you sing to my tell I didn't feel the pain anymore
would you kiss the scares I'm ashamed of and tell me I'm still beautiful
If I loved
would you love me back
would your heart skip for me as mine does for you
would you treasure me heart and keep it safe
would you try to protect me
If I died
would your heart cease to beat
would your world end
would your life lose meaning
would you cry so hard you'd shake
Well baby guess what
this much I promise you
that if God be so cruel as to take me away from you
I'd defy the creator himself and become a fallen angel
if only so I could hold you in the protection of my arms forever
tell the shaking stops
and the tears stop flowing
In Place of StrifeWe meet a man, who, at present, is down on his luck. He has recently been defined as surplus as a worker in a large holding company. His boss never even had the nerve to inform him and his 600 workmates face-to-face: they were informed by a middle-manager whilst he enjoyed lifes bounty on a cruise ship circling the Caribbean. The announcement was met with rage and horror by the workforce: tempers flared and despair reigned. Our anonymous protaganist was little different. Though refusing his colleagues call for an emergency session at the pub, he returns home and informs his wife of the days events. Though she tries to cushion the blow of redundancy, she realises how hopeless the situation could soon become.In Place of Strife6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next day, he looks for work. The next week, he looks for work. He must sign on in order to feed his family. A month goes by without work. He becomes bitter, depressed and desperate: all he can do is think of the man who put him out of wor
Waiting On YouLife will never be the same.Waiting On You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will never love me,
You will never realize how much I love you...
You're just a chapter in the book of life
The life that can never be,
Because I don't know when I'll be able to end this chapter,
When I can finally move on...
The chapter keeps getting longer and longer
Full of happiness,
I'm all alone
Even when I thought I wasn't,
When I was with you,
I was still alone
I just never realized it
I wish I had,
Or maybe I don't.
I wouldn't have had that happiness you gave me,
The spark of hope,
The flicker of light that life can be truly bearable
But that will never be...
You leave me to my thoughts,
All alone in this cold dark world.
I'm waiting for this chapter to end,
But that can't happen until I straighten things out with you...
Portrait, Part IHe did not know when he had first started watching her. It was as if he really had no concept of time or maybe time just did some sort of unrehearsed dance when he got near her, as if the moments, minutes and hours themselves could not be trusted in her company. And while he could not really recall the whens of the first time he saw her, other details were still almost too sharp and clear, like a favorite painting where one can touch the colors and feel the shapes slip off the white bluff of canvas and slide under the skin.Portrait, Part I6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In fact, he was not even sure what it was he first noticed about her... It had been a warm night in New Orleans, the French Quarter, one of those perfect jewels of an evening where a sickle of silver moon seemed to crowd out the sky and all the stars stood at attention as if waiting for something to happen. The soft blue moan of jazz had caught his feet on Bourbon Street and nearly tripped him up, spilling him out through the crowd on his way to Cafe du Monde, savor
Love and DistanceI sit here in my weaknessLove and Distance9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Missing you is killing me,
But, God, I could not love you more.
You mean the world to me
Now, more than ever
This God-forsaken distance
makes my desire to see you
the strongest feeling I have ever felt.
Through all I cope with,
There has only been one constant
My love for you and my longing to see you again
This torturous love had both Buried and Carried me.
Long Distance, Wrong DistanceHave I ever told youLong Distance, Wrong Distance6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would
I Want to Tell YouThere's something that I want to tell you,I Want to Tell You6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I have for a very long time.
All the barriers I've had to break through
Don't compare to this wall I must climb.
I tried to tell you once before,
But I don't think you heard my voice.
Now, my words, you can't ignore,
For I don't think you have a choice.
I will not let you walk away.
I will not let you turn your back.
I'm going to say what I want to say,
And I'll try my best to stay on track.
I know you think I'm very young,
And that's because I am.
You think I'm small yet hold your tongue;
I speak because I can.
You don't see me with much intrigue,
For I don't have a lot.
You think I'm not within your league,
And that's because I'm not.
But this doesn't matter much to me,
And that is just because
What matters is, as far as I see,
That, I don't think it does.
I know you think I don't understand,
But I also know you're wrong.
I've felt this way for two years, and
Each day it grows more strong.
I know that I'm still small, it's true,
For MadisonStreams of summer air carried well-wishings and sleepy symphonies of crickets' nighttime magic, but nothing compared during sunlit hours to the music made by his own two hands.For Madison4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They would never touch a piano again, never breathe notes in patterns full enough of beauty that they would make Debussy bleed with envy, never resurface from the cold glass of the lake's mirror. He was a sorcerer of sound, a soul on fire with compassion and artistry -- he was dead. Caught in the undertow. Forever frozen in insufficient rescue of a boy smaller than himself. His heart had gone still, but was bigger than any beating above ground.
I heard him breathing Clair de Lune every afternoon as I walked home. He was invisible, as though he was hidden behind thick veils of water, quashing his reflection, but never his sound. I could hear how beautiful his fingers were as they pressed gently over ivory and ebony, solid bricks and thin like enamel, striking chord after chord of pure moonlight. As the leaves and
ComatoseEven though you are on the other side of this worldComatose4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
that will probably never spin again,
I need you here to lay by my side
as the earthquakes break down the walls that seperate us.
Can't stand to think this might be our last night.
Want time to stop so I can savor this kiss.
Everytime...I think to myself
Can this be? What we've been waiting for?
I guess this is it,
I'll keep every breath
inside my aching chest.
Guess this is the end.
I'll never forget
the blast that knocked me down.
I'll never forget.
Meteors fall from the sky tonight,
and I wonder if you see the same moon as I do.
When I come to this bridge I always think that if it breaks
will the impact make me wake from this dream today?
Do you know...do you remember me?
These eyes remember you.
...forget we exist?
Don't forget we exist.
We have to hold onto this.
That's why we dance,
That's why we dance tonight.
Make this night last,
please make this night last.
The comet's almost here
Our time has come,
Let's dance just one more
The Dinner PartyI feel like i'll sleep better tonight knowing he was hereThe Dinner Party4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because for once i felt so whole, having him so near
But there is something inside of me just gnawing at my heart
Because that boy was never mine- not even from the start
I hope she knows how lucky she is- the gorgeous girl he talks so much about
Because she has the beautiful boy who was just lying in my bed
And she has access to the kindest words ever said
The words that take a permanent residence in my head
I love his family more than anything,and the way he fits into mine
I love the way he shakes my father's hand and the way he always hugs me goodbye
He does all of these things like they're the simplest things in the world
God i would give anything to be that gorgeous girl
SoutopamiesΠαρασκευή βράδυ και αράζουμε παρεΐτσα στο πουκόσπιτο dream team καμμενοπαίδων. Σε κάποια φάση, ήταν κι η ώρα δύσκολη και το κρασί γλυκό, αρχίζουμε να δίνουμε ρεσιτάλ συνειρμών (πρέπει να είμαστε όλοι δεξSoutopamies5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
No joyI can do better.No joy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can try harder.
I can give it my all.
I fear the effort I
is not enough.
I feel no pride
in what I do.
A quick expression
of the moments
Words lined up,
for the time it
takes to write.
Those few minutes
to catch those
to line them up.
Freeing my hearts
No longer brings me
They only offer comfort.
They pass quickly.
Words come without
Without much tending
my garden grows.
Some see beauty.
I see only weeds.
DistanceDistance10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can't seem to close my eyes,
Because if I close my eyes,
I wonder if it's real.
My mind wanders...
It wanders back to you,
And I wonder how you feel.
I just want touch your face,
And not feel the cold, empty screen,
Lonely nights staring at the screen,
It shows me what's missing.
That I often feel,
And the only time I really feel,
It's when you're not missing.
I can't bear the nights without you,
Though those nights are all I have.
It seems impossible to go without you,
When I cannot smile, & I cannot laugh.
But some day...
It'll all be okay,
Because then I'll fill my days with you.
I'll fill my days with you.
It counts down the hours,
To a time that will be ours
In some place neither here nor there.
I try not to miss you so,
But every where I go,
There are pieces of you everywhere.
I can't close my eyes
And not remember all of your smiles
Or how you've driven for miles
Just to be near.
And when I wake,
I can't w
InvisibleHere I am.Invisible4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm standing right beside you.
Do you see me?
I can't tell-
I wave to you,
Talk to you,
Smile at you,
Are you happy?
Do you even remember me?
I can't tell.
You keep talking,
But not to me.
I wonder why,
But then I remember,
That I am but a mere ghost
Deceniul statuilor de cearaDeceniul statuilor de cearăDeceniul statuilor de ceara5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am văzut ieri o fată pe stradă. Şi-a dat foc la păr
încercând să-şi aprindă ţigara.
Nu prea era vânt, dar eu am râs.
Am văzut ieri doi tineri vandalizând o maşină al cărei proprietar
îmi era prieten. O loveau cu ura unui părinte ce şi-a pierdut copilul.
I-am salutat din mers şi mi-au zâmbit.
Am văzut ieri un hoţ de telefoane la lucru. L-am urmărit
şi i-am oferit un schimb cu telefonul meu. A acceptat.
Telefonul meu era mai slab.
Am văzut ieri un bătrânel lovit de o maşină. Se oprise pe marginea
şoselei să hrănească un câine rănit, iar maşina a derapat.
Pe jos nu era polei. Nu m-am decis pe care să-l ajut,
aşa că am mers mai departe.
Nu s-a întâmplat nimic rău cu mine în noaptea ce a urmat,
MotherMy mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through a window and into someone's loft.Mother8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was the bubbling youth, all the freshness of spring and attractiveness of summer molded into a human being. At least that's how I remember her. It's not how my siblings will. They might treasure memories of dinners and bed-time stories the way I treasure the memory of girl's night out with the daughter in tow.
I always found falling stars sad. Bleeding out all their glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from something I always imagined to be a warm glow to something harder, more weathered, more enduring.
My mother wears rhinestones in her hair and silk blouses to work. As if they would lend her some of their shine, because she has lost all of hers. She has started receiving guests in a white jumper from eighty-two and orange trainers; the woman that raised me would never have.
ExilExilExil4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Astăzi revizităm decembrie din '72
şi-i vedem iar pe cei acum nebuni
în floarea vârstei şi iubind;
iar lângă ei sunt cei bătrâni, pe-atunci şi ei
tot tineri, dar totuşi la fel de-nţelepti, iar cei morţi încă n-au murit
şi stau şi ne privesc...zâmbind, pentru posteritate.
În vremea-cea de ură încă nu ştiam şi-obişnuiam să ne trezim
mai buni: în fiecare zi, cu fiecare clipă, din fiecare plânset
de copil, de cinci ani sau chiar nou-născut.
În vremea-cea pe lângă flori mai înfloreau şi hainele,
iar primăvara era primăvară; şi toţi bunicii ieşeau
cu nepoţii la braţ, miri şi mirese-n devenire,
ferindu-i de necazuri şi de motociclete.
În vremea-cea când lumea era slabă
- şi nu la spirit ci la trup - nici vântul nu bătea,