Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughtsWateredup Phrases5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.
i still remember those starlit nightskies
and whispered iloveyous found beaten
on the corners of broken curbs.
i can't escape these thoughtsideaswords
that shine from your moonlight eyes:
i am whispered conversations in a smile.
Truth Is What You'll Findthe truth is, i never really know.Truth Is What You'll Find5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't know what i'm feeling,
or why my heart skips three beats
when she walks down hallways
that i've never even seen.
the truth is, that somedays i
feel like i'm holding air,
bottling feelings till they explode.
whispering secrets to the night sky
and wishing i could feel.
i don't know what i'm not saying,
and i wish that i could hold her.
but that can't happen. it's not possible.
i can't be there when the sun sets;
all this fear is seeping out
of the wholes that i thought
i closed up so very long ago.
and i don't know what to think.
the truth is: i don't know
the secret is: i wish i did
you wanted the truth, so
the truth is what you'll find.
dreamcolordreams are just the pigmentdreamcolor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in which reality is painted
Lost Hearts - Collabdear journal,Lost Hearts - Collab5 years ago in General More Like This
i know i haven't written anything to you in a long while. it's been a hard week and an even worse year. i hope you don't mind. i know you won't. it's just... i feel cold all over. i stopped bleeding ink when i get hurt. can you find my heart? yesterday, i think she drowned in the river.
Dear boy with ice for blood,
Please don't hate me, but I couldn't save her.
It was a Sunday night and I was tired. We struggled near the pier. She was shaking and screaming, she told me it wasn't worth it, she told me you didn't love her anymore. Her hands tasted like fire and her eyes were glaciers, and I sizzled and fell to ash.
I couldn't hold her back. I'm sorry.
don't tell me that! i need to believe that i can wake up and she'll be here. it's all that keeps my blood thawed enough to breathe. i wish.... i don't know. i never know what i want. it's not fair. maybe someday these words will bring he
The Letter NnThe Letter N5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nightsky dreams and
never spoken whispers:
the many meanings
attached to peopleplacesthings.
echoes of wisdom
found in the emptiness
between the stars:
beginnings of a definition
of who someone ought to be.
Is there any power in a name?
Here We AreAnd here I stand again,Here We Are5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispering words I know
that she will never hear:
It's drowned out by a
shriveling darkness of words
so harsh and broken.
When I speak of beauty,
she hears shouts of emptiness.
When I whisper love,
she only finds hatred
Starshine ReflectionsStarshine Reflections5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reflection and starshine
hold an invisible beauty.
whispers locked up
in the ringlet waves
paint wonders in images
that we'll never see again
reflection has an
invisible camera marked
by moonstruck stones
and bright bright stars.
The surface of the
water is her film.
sunlight on the river
and moonlight in her eyes:
all the light i'll ever need.
When You're GoneWhen you're gone...When You're Gone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd hold the wind if I thought
That it would bring you back.
I'd drink the sky in hopes
the stars could shine
a little brighter,
to lead you home
daylight starsalways where you need to bedaylight stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glittering sunshine into winter woods
and breathing summer into autumn days
always where i wish i were
waiting on a dawnlight never comes
never comes never comes
always right here where my heart
wisheswisheswishes she could be
in the midst of daylightstars
Washed in BloodWashed in bloodWashed in Blood6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will you ever be set free,
Of pain so great
in your bitter heart?
Wishing and waiting
Someday to find
That your Justice
I'm not saying
that what he did
But was I?
We have tongues
Hands of Iron
and Fists of steel.
Words now soft
and ever pleasing to the ear
are turned to Poison
in the whispers of
Hatred and Despair
Smack went the Hammer,
As Thunk went the Nail.
It was my hand, your hand, Our hands
That drove it home.
Yesterday You Never KnewTell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,Yesterday You Never Knew6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The yesterday you never knew.
Let the skies wash away in loneliness,
And the air breathe with your heart.
Remember tomorrow as you move
Through the days gone by,
And dance with the bitter joy
That comes when yesterday was tomorrow.
Today is the moment,
Eternity stretched across
The singularity of time.
It's never ceasing, and ever present,
Yet always never here.
Fleeting faster than the light,
And dancing more joyously
Than we ever could.
Tell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,
The yesterday you never knew.
Nightdreams and DaymaresWell if you're just a daydream,Nightdreams and Daymares5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I guess I'm dreaming of you.
And maybe I'm not a nightmare
afterall. Maybe I'm a nightdream.
But I guess that makes you something else.
You'd just be a daymare.
What will he hear?when whispers from her lipsWhat will he hear?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reach heavy laden ears with
secret words and secret hearts:
What will he hear?
Thoughtsbroken dials andThoughts5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
whispered secrets: all we are.
all we are inside.
i'm just the painter,
of brilliant starlit musings.
could you be my paint?
you're never contained
by thoughts, words, actions, hopes, dreams.
not by anything.
Starlit DreamStarlight dancerStarlit Dream6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the moonbright windowsill,
with delicate lace-tendrils
twined against her tender frame.
Whispers of moonlight
float across her eyes,
smothering the sunset
amidst her frosted gaze.
She hears the sound
Of sundown and sunrise,
amidst the colors in
her tired eyes.
ballerinas pirouette their illusions
to nature's lightening strike,
beneath her ebony, shadow sky,
with shooting stars spelling dreams.
Dreams of words and colors,
and whispers of wonder.
with hollow gems of tear-water
wrapping around her cheekbone.
her dreams are slipping away.
I imagined me with youeven if i deserved a happy ending, yours is far more beautiful than i could ever have.I imagined me with you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and though i'd love you to be my warm sunshine, i know that i could never hold on to you.
so i guess that means all i've got left are these forgetfuls to remember
Sonnet II - CollabWe just can't stop, won't stop, don't stop running:Sonnet II - Collab5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though amidst the tempest warning glares seek.
Only to be stopped by stars so stunning;
Imps watching, hungry for her heart's deceit.
Gauzed with trepidation, our Angel falls:
ringlets resting amongst autumn-kiss leaves.
A voice, singing soft, while her small heart calls
amidst this silent lovely autumn breeze.
Her Hallowed voice rung through desolate fields:
through the vacant blossoms and empty blooms.
Hear this moonlight, it shall be not a shield
among this darkness, among this dark gloom.
Pump her heart once; it cannot beat alone,
her binding tethers loose; now, may she roam.
Sonnet 3words are like the colors of paint run drySonnet 35 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like summer and starlight carved in my dreams
whispers of wonder in ruby red skies
alike the sounds of my broken heart theme
my color full thoughts came out black and white
on parchment paper dipped in lostsoul ink.
found in the shape of the autumn bird's flight
lost in the middle of my cold heart blink
empty lettered moments in bright eyed stares
broken by the lyrics in a love song
i've got nothing left, but why should I care
with no more words left since it's been this long
not even giving this just one more try
when words are the colors of paint run dry
WhispersYour beautiful voiceWhispers6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Is all that rings in my ears,
Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,Dear justagirl6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.
You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.
Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "hello"s and "how are you?"s. You refuse to see less than all there truly is.
I wish that others would let you know, and maybe someday you'll figure it out. Because I know the truth. Can't you just once try to see who you really are?
Tomorrow is TodayTomorrow is only todayTomorrow is Today6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because we keep holding on.
We hold on...
To the worries
And the sorrow
And the sadness
And the pain.
Can't we see?
To the joy
And the moments
And the life
And the laughs
And the dancing
Then today will be
Instead of tomorrow
StardanceI can see you when theStardance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the glow of the moonlight.
And I feel you when the wind blows
In the harshness of the cold.
All of my beating heart,
It cries out for you.
And in the wake of the morning,
I will see you with the dawn.
Clouds and Skyscraperssome days, all I can see are skyscrapers,Clouds and Skyscrapers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing they could block the clouds
But some clouds are too bright to block
And others will just seep through.
It was just yesterday that a glimmer
of a whisper of a hope of sunlight
peaked through the clouds covering my heart.
And in that instant, I remembered.
There were happier days, not too long ago
When birds took flight under sunshine so bright.
All I can see are the bright sunlight patterns
that have been scratched into the clouds;
No matter how hard I try to fly
Dreams are just the pigment
In which reality is painted
And I cannot escape