Only The Strongest Ones SurvivWalk through the rain and snow,Only The Strongest Ones Surviv6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Through the winter's cold
Let the autumn’s winds blow
Like the dark whispers of fate
Don’t let them break you
Only the strongest ones survive
Don’t let them take you
Be brave, don’t deny
When the sun reaches the horizon
And the dark begins to rise
Hold the infinity in your hands
Place it near your heart
Don’t let it break you
Only the strongest ones survive
Don’t let them break you
Be brave, don’t deny
Rainy NightNothing is as beautiful as the rainRainy Night6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dark, cold, rainy night….
Full of broken promises and hopes
There's no one to protect you
To keep you safe
The only thing you can count on
As the cold night ends
Light becomes brighter
More and more
As that clarity spreads
The night follows you
Step by step
'Till it comes ahead of you
Everything turns grey again
But please, one thing
Don't break the silence
Roses Of FateCovered in roses, crimson roses of fateRoses Of Fate6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lost beliefs of the broken ones
Falling apart, piece by piece..
There's no way to complete it
A challenge of life
No one will know the answer
'till the end of eternity
Truth is too hard to be revealed
Even for the strongest ones.
But it’s written in the stars above
And it shows every piece of you heart
Covered in roses, crimson roses of fate
Gates Of ThoughtsThis is a place where I'll stay,Gates Of Thoughts6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Opened by the gates of thoughts.
Wolfs’ howls spread in the dark,
Hunting for the light.
Whispering voices of ghosts
Creatures of the undone.
That song of yours
Such a sweet melody to my ears.
Like the child arms around you,
The longest sleep of mine caresses me.
It closes my eyes,
Leaving me in this anxiety.
The words of comfort,
Not getting anywhere.
Passages are closed.
But there’s one,
The one towards the glare.
Or is it a trick of light?
No one will ever know the answer,
For the gates are closed.
Enjoy The SilenceEnjoying the silence andEnjoy The Silence6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Another day on this earth
One step closer to the end.
I hold infinity in my hands
Wanting to live the past again.
At the break of the dawn
When the moon is still high
Look at the stars
You might see my face
Watching over you.
Be quiet, just listen
Search for the wind
A breeze in the night
You might hear my voice
Calling for you
As the day grows
Hope for the better tomorrow
Hold your voice inside
Hold your breath
Enjoy the silence.
Tes yeux, mon amourDark like the midnight skyTes yeux, mon amour6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Bright like the stars above
They rule the world.
Catch your every move,
They know every second of your life,
Nothing passes them by.
Time they are closing
Witnessing the light at the end.
Tes yeux, mon amour
Moon RoseThere was a roseMoon Rose8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it bloomed only under the moon
while its vines dug in deep
each thorn pulsed with blood
as the blossom gorges upon itself
ever fuller it grows
the seed implanted deep within
while it awaits to birth open
aromatic sweetness tinged
Soon each petal
would slip away
falling like winter rain
until the stalk is left bare
with only one sweet memory
of what once had been.
So the song is sung
that never had been heard
with the winds passage
fires burn bright in the skies
while the moon is blinded
and so her lover must pale
scorched by viscous sunlight.
Light and DarkIn the glistening of moonlightLight and Dark8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look to the stars and wonder
while I listen to the thunder
While one road leads into the night
where the raven sits branches sway
and he calls me to come this way
But the other path leads to light
a voice whispers all should be mine
in a crescent the sun does shine
So wretched is my twisted plight
one road I gaze down for miles
the other devoid of smiles
I feel as if I lost all sight
and let the voices be my guide
there is a Virgil at my side
So only one choice can be right
will I take the way of dark
or will I choose to walk in light?
MadnessIts the disease itself that turns you mad,Madness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the people that judge you right off the bat,
never knowing where to turn, when every
wall becomes a friend, you're stuck in
you're own reality.
With no way out, you wonder if this
There's too much to feel, with everyone
leaving on their heel.
Only faces you can see, talk to you
in the dark, because they know deep
within, their your only exception.
You keep quiet to everything you see,
and the noises that keep you company.
But you can't help but feel, so very lonely.
Don't tell a soul, I promise I'll be good.
But keep believing in me, and my cure
will come right in through the door.
My only wish, is that you stay with me
Life beckons me...Life beckons me...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will the waves wash a corpse up with it?
Or are they trying to catch hold of me…
A faint murmur fills the entire ambiance.
The waters rustle out my name…
I walk ahead…
Facing darkness in my face
A zephyr swirls around me…
Do I smell Death??
Footprints on the sand…
Soils running deep under the water…
Am I there yet??
A pandemonium in my head…
Cluttered waves, ogreish cries…
Into the sea, into the deep
Embrace Life, defunct
Break all barriers…
I am alive once again!!!
SiennaThe night salivates its sapSienna7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon my frost-decorated jaw,
purrs, stops and purrs again;
A feather climbs its way
onto an owl-eyed moon
bathed in burnt sienna
and flees upon a swan's back.
The waters keep my eyes awake
like moonbeams; wind-stirred,
I shed my husk of dried leaves:
long now they sleep
beneath the grass.
In a tree, somewhere in the distance
I am sure, a hummingbird
hatches its way out of an egg
just so it can taste light
for the very first time.
As I sleep, I am certain,
the sun will rise like a monument
from behind the fringe of a mountain
without asking for applause
and I will be the last to complain.
Coffee to GoCoffee to GoCoffee to Go6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cold before but even colder when the breeze whistled through it like a paper airplane in a wind tunnel. Sunlight put up a valiant and futile effort to fend of the deep chill and sunk in despair behind a cloudbank. The wind kept blowing. Today was the sort of day where lovers go out and mope on park benches or bridge railings, not necessarily because they had been jilted or because they had even loved the girl that much, but because it was the kind of day that makes one want to freeze their behind off for loves sake. In contrast, it was an exceedingly beautiful day. The sun was consoling itself by making some lovely sparkling reflections on Puget Sound and the freezing wind was perfectly balanced between slight chill and absolutely freezing. As Eloise walked, or trudged, or hurried down the street her eyes watered profusely, but she refrained from lodging
TheyThey walk alone on this path of sorrow.They6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ghosts of the past, on every step
Reaching their hands towards the sky
Like a drowning man wanting to be saved.
But there’s no one to hear them, to help them.
Or is it just an illusion they created in their minds?
Another one’s imagination…
No one knows and no one ever will
Curtains are dropped, it’s all over now.
CoffeeI'm still stuck in the old motions you taught me, the tiny movements and mannerisms that ground their way into the material of my grey matter with the sequential passing of days. They say a human forms a habit in twenty-one days. Whoever they are. I don't think they know this kind of "habit," this mechanic repetition that anchors me to this plane of existence, this autopilot safeguard. Whatever. I don't need them. I've become something of a misanthrope anyway.Coffee10 years ago in General More Like This
Like every other morning for the past month, I sit on the porch with two mugs of coffee and wait for you to come by and pick me up, and just like every other day I'm late to work. I don't know why Dave hasn't fired me yet; maybe it's pity? Maybe he's just waiting for the perfect, most spectacularly miserable day to come by, so he can pat me on the shoulder with a smile: "Hey, you're fired!"
Work passes in a mind-numbing blur of key-tapping, paper-shuffling and coffee trips. I expect you to walk in at any moment and apologize for
Wedding NightStanding before the altar just inhale spoke the nightWedding Night8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
deep within her heart she wondered if this were right
drying her eyes she inquired was this freedom she wanted
while the storm raged on she felt so haunted
across the horizon there was no choice in sight
Closing her eyes to everything she knew she held tight
she felt constricted beneath the twilight
thrown across the marital bread she felt daunted
Her eyes gleamed barely able to contain the fright
gazing into the mirror seeking a deep insight
but every time she tried she felt so taunted
by those eyes that watched unwanted
so long ago she had already lost the fight
Rooibos TeaBreathe deep the chai hazeRooibos Tea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a muse of eggshells and grandma's lace tablecloths,
cradles the tea kettle to her chest
and abandons Latin words and names
flotsam and jetsam dribbling
irrelevant among the little red tea leaves;
the driftwood of genus and species bumping
against the shores of the South African scrublands.
She hovers orange and indigo,
a quavering flame of dreams
and drained tea dregs
divination with a soft-spiced voice
at the bottom of the mug,
never quite gone
a flock of Van Gogh crows
frozen in their hayfields.
An Ode To Tea.An Ode To Tea.7 years ago in Other More Like This
Sat here with a cup of tea.
Milk and two sugars, sipping away.
Sweet and Warm, it sends my tongue numb.
I inhale it's sweet aroma, stop, and take in another sip.
It embraces my tongue, it leaves it wanting more, down my throat.
MY tongue screams out for more, it wants to feel its silky texture,
It's sickly sweet taste.
I chink the mug on my tooth, but it wont stop me.
I'm wound up by this mixture.
Sip after sip, it's saving me,
from the harsh cold that wishes to embrace my body.
Each mouthful plays with my senses, teases my body.
Abuses my organs.
It's nearing the end of the mug.
It can't be over yet.
This can't be it.
Like Oxygen to my organs, like Heroin to an addict, i need more.
Tea is more than a beverage..
It's a saviour in this harsh winter.
Ah who am i kidding? It's just tea <3
Lesson 1 - Basics of MeterQUOTE OF THE DAYLesson 1 - Basics of Meter8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation. Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power."
- Robert Frost
As Robert Frost is saying, meter and rhyme are not the most important parts of writing. They are the most intricate when creating poetry, but poems can be written without them. I began my poetry with free verse, and gradually became more and more fixed as I went on to learn more about how meter affects the poem, and how rhyme, alliteration, assonance, and the like also affect the reader's experience with a piece of poetry. And my free verse is all the better for it. Even if you never write another fixed poem after finishing this course, an intricate understanding of the rules of conventional poe
That oneUnder the moonlight, by the lake of ghosts,That one6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Another one's loss lies down.
An upturned face looking towards the sky.
Laid in a burial gown.
With no sound the wind blows,
Giving the chills in that one’s heart.
A name is written on a rock
Marked by the look of thousand eyes.
That one’s sign of love,
Suddenly falls on the ground.
The river turns the other way.
Filled with tears of that one’s mourn.
Why? That one screamed.