"I Believe in Childhood"That which is lost"I Believe in Childhood"6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and left behind
That which we cannot retain
We may never go back
And look the same way
Never do we stay
as we always were
Try as we might
We can never regain
That honesty we always held.
The world stays the same,
A cyclical change,
Staying as we always knew it
and always will,
yet never may we look upon it the same.
Days go by
Then weeks and years,
and we look back,
only to notice our neglected innocence,
and realize we can never go back,
yet we can always preserve.
"Fool"Do you see me?"Fool"5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you care?
Take a look at my eyes
The happy glimmer is no longer there
You've wiped it away
Off of my face
Laughter vanishes without a trace
Though I know I'm living
I feel sometimes as though I'm only half alive
Trudging onward, day in, day out
It's so lonely, so hard to survive
You've washed away my joy
Casting me into pain and sorrow
I'm always sad, feeling depressed
All I want is to rest, and wait for tomorrow
You conniving, scheming witch
Do you enjoy hearing my anguished cries?
This is just so unfair, I'm sure you're happy
'Cause you know I'm suffering 'cause of your lies
You know by casting me out
You've ruined any chance you had with her
She more than resents you by now, without a doubt
Don't say she's cruel, you traitor, you hater!
If you could only see the misery you've caused
Maybe you'd feel sorry about the pain you've helped to start
Oh wait, that's right, I forgot, you're so cold
You surely don't have a heart
You know, it's sad, I liked yo
No MoreNo More1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
has given her life. Perfection
can be hers no more.
No longer can she be art,
she lives in reality.
Diego x Karyna: A Fateful EncounterDiego x Karyna: A Fateful Encounter1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A FATEFUL ENCOUNTER
A mini-story (C) 2012 by Agetian - agetian.deviantart.com
It was an amazing experience to feel the cool morning breeze ruffle the fur as
the speed of the bike increased more and more, its owner blasting out of
Toonsville on a mountain ride. A young adventurous biker from Australia, tall
and muscular, Diego was always in the right mood for a high-speed ride through
previously unexplored lands that promised something new every day, and the
mountains surrounding the toon forest in the States looked promising in exactly
the way that attracted Diego the most.
As the paved road curved away from the forest and branched out into a narrow
path that went through a large ravine separating the woods from the cliffs,
Diego pressed the pedal to the metal and rode at full speed, his eyes focused
intensely on the horizon where the mountain range quickly grew larger and larger
as the engine of th
Heaven!Heaven!1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Silken diaphanous clouds slip across heavens domain.
Floral Balcony!Floral Balcony!1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Continental balcony of flowers, visually pleasing.
BluntBlunt2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fingers work- toughened,
stripped long since of softness
by daily struggle.
These are not fingers that stroke
gently. They lack tact.
MonumentMonument2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The salvaged stone,
weathered to blankness, records
ModelModel2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The stone is inert.
How could the artist create
Imagine a restless child,
and the sculptor's frayed temper!
AloneStanding outside painted doors, feeling nothing but the pain of an unhealed wound and an emptiness that can't be fought. It fills everything, leaving no room for the light that follows behind them, the ones who make dreams reality and happiness never-ending. They support the world with the stories they tell and the music they create. Without the light, they have no place, so they bring it with them to fill in the hollow spaces. The lights once fought against the emptiness, shining down, bringing hope, but that hope could only die. Love could only be found for a brief time, extinguished before they had finished radiating through those experiencing it for the first time or in memory. The dreamers and lovers could feel the illumination spreading through them as it shone down from the rafters, bringing friends closer together. The lights are gone now. The memory of their touch still lingers but the stage is now forbidden. The doors are locked and all that's left is a ghost light, a faint gAlone2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
An ode to NanaAn ode to Nana2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My beautiful Nana, was so sweet
The sweetest Nana anyone could ever imagine,
She was as sweet as chocolate.
Her golden tinted red hair
Reflected the bright mid-day Nebraska
And the burning suns' rays would uncover
The loving angel she was.
The shiny glint in her eyes
Played back memories
Of capturing helpless fireflies,
Floating around the meadow
In the dead of night.
Whenever I think of her
My heart grows heavier and heavier
For I will never be able to hear her
See her comforting smile,
I love you Nana.
My NoseMy Nose3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a prominent button on the tip of my nose.
People who are kind refer to it as not unlike a slightly ragged rose.
In certain countries it's considered ugly and distasteful suggesting it should be extinguished!
However, it belongs to ME and although large I find it very distinguished.
Coum 7To earth with heartCoum 73 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And water on a plate.
With wings -
Evasive and elusive -
- the black.
That black Admires The Red
And light consents - the splash
The restless colours - radiant
Pain-tss the eyes
And storming silently
The light - their love and silence
The line of grace
Now in the mirror -
as a pearl.
EntreatyOh the kind,Entreaty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh fever -
The play of voices -
Freeze them - Break
While they are dreaming!
Oh, Then rot to black
To be the substance
That will clean
Defeated in the game
Before the end
While they're waiting!
- - -
Oh omen -
The nubile's coming!
She hangs like puppet,
She purge the walls around
For the waves.
She hides herself in the stones...
But she's so vigil and astride -
The Lust -
She rends her ropes
To make the flowers
- The Gallant Scream...
...The echo and the mirage.
OphelieOphelie3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
vendredi 30 mars 2007
Ophélie ma bonne amie
C'est de ta chair que je me suis nourrie
Afin de ne pas mourir
J'ai du en finir
Maintenant repose en paix
Que ton corps se laisse porter par les eaux
Tandis que tu t'éloignes des quais
Je reste là penaud
Les yeux rivés sur ton corps qui s'éloigne
Mon cur se sert comme dans une poigne
Bientôt tu auras disparue
Bientôt tu ne seras plût
A présent, tout est fini
Mais l'essentiel c'est que je vis
ONZEOn s'adonnait au néant de l'abandonONZE8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantz, mars 2013
working hardthese crippled hands peacefully washed the dirty floor,working hard9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while deep inside they screamed in agony each time
you stepped on them with your superiority; no respect
for those bones that try to heal with time, no respect
for the soul that lives in this body which lives to serve you.
these weakened hands beg for your forgiveness every Sunday,
while knowing that you reject the idea of any higher being,
especially the Christian God as a savior; nothing will persuade
you to give me some time off to see a doctor, nothing will persuade
you to let me have 50¢ for a bus ride home to see my children again.
let me go.
WingsOnly in imagination could such wings be spread,Wings9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in fancy alone could concerted muscle wrench
the burden of equine flesh free of gravity,
leaving those grasping and jealous arms empty.
What sort of creature could this fabled beast, this Pegasus, be?
The ancients first dreamed the mythic horse among the foaming
breakers of the agitated sea. The fabulous creature, so they believed,
was sired by Poseidon, the ocean’s ancient, imperious king.
They also told how Pegasus was born at Medusa’s death.
The gorgon had been impregnated by Poseidon. As Perseus
struck off the monster’s head, the flying horse drew in his first breath.
and spread those fantastic, those impossible wings.
Consider how the ocean’s stallion might take flight supported
by great pinions matured in the plumbless deeps of inspiration.
Picture how such a creature might climb to visionary peaks,
transporting quotidian routine beyond its mundane horizons.
To B Or Not To BTo B Or Not To BTo B Or Not To B1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
B movies infest my head,
A childhood disorder, woken,
the way that such things go,
from its long viral dormancy
Which way, which way did the good guys go?
the baddies have taken over, they're running the saloon
The sheriff's been written out of the script,
he never came in on his cues, the town drunk
has a contract now to record an album of blues.
Nobody remembers the way the West was won
or why the proof of manhood burst
from the barrel of a sharp shooter's gun.