Death of a PoetA creature of much esteemed eleganceDeath of a Poet6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Transforms her lands with peerless eloquence;
The just ruler of mind, rock, and wood
Once played God and in many ways could
Shape more than just the few worlds of life she bade
But alter the course taken by ever-present Maid
History; for one flick of her wrist
Could upon Her ankle impose a twist
That Hist'ry may walk a diff'rent path
And Mis'ry misstepped may divert wrath-
How sadly, then, must one mourn
When such great power is torn
By degradation of brain!
(For very few have train'd
To wield the silent weapon proper
Which of failing nations, may prosper)
For when kiss eternal has ceased
Between neutral surface and pen
The world has known of poet at peace
And goddess o'er fiction fallen.
TintenschmerzEinst lebte ein WortmalerTintenschmerz6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
kein Könner seines Fachs
welcher seine Seele aufgab
sie dem Teufel verschrieb
um ein Werk zu schaffen
aus dem seine ganze Schmach
und sein elendiger Schmerz sprach
es auf die Welt loszulassen
und zu einem Teil zu machen
tief in seinem Innersten
verblieb eine blutige Leere
die Quelle seiner roten Tränen
das formlose Lebenselixier
wovon er in Einsamkeit zerrte
und mit letzter Kraft er vollbringt
das Bild vor seinem inneren Auge
geschrieben und geprägt von Zweifeln
durchsetzt mit wirren Fragen an sich
und dem Unverständnis danach
"Oh, was würde ich nur geben?"
doch gab es keine Antwort für ihn
eingehüllt vom Schweigen der Anderen
wird er alles gegeben haben
um mit nichts in den Händen
zu fallen und zu enden.
If I Were a PoetIf I were a poet I'd spin you a lineIf I Were a Poet6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
An embroidery of words etched in silvery twine
A tapestry woven of rhythm and rhyme
And stitch it all up with each tittle and jot
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet I'd cook you a stew
A lyrical soup, a most nourishing brew
With couplets for gravy and iamb for my rue
And boil it in a pentameter pot
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet we'd take to the seas
With paragraph sails and a literate breeze
And sail on our starship to far galaxies
We'd keep captain's logs of the treasures we sought
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet I'd write you a page
Full of musical wisdom so rhyming and sage
A verse to let open the door to your cage
And give you the taste of the freedoms you've sought
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
sealing your pain beneath mineyou read me like an open book;sealing your pain beneath mine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ink splattered at the tips of your
lips and each sentence was
wrapped with lies but the
pretty words make you happy;
and seeing you happy
made me happy.
just a little
with a heart carved from
stone, I try to be constant;
yet I'm weathered by the
rain as you continued to
kick me into the cracks of
the sidewalk; but I saw
you smile as I landed in
the spot that you wanted
me to be; and seeing you
smile made me
smile. just a little
I'm like a picture you want
to burn; ignited from your
hatred and anger, flames
dancing under the midnight
sun; I saw you cry and
I wanted to cry as well, but
seeing your tears made
because when you
cry, I'll steal your tears
away and seal your pain
snowflakes.in july, i cut out paper snowflakes and colored them rainbow, then taped them to the inside of my window.snowflakes.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"what's with the snowflakes?" you asked, confused, when you noticed them.
"i like snowflakes," i replied simply.
"but it's july. it never snows in july, so why put snowflakes up?" you asked, still puzzled.
i said, "because if a miracle happens and it does snow, the inside will match the outside for once."
you asked, after a moment's pause, "why color them rainbow?"
"because not everything is black and white."
but you never understood. later, you tore them down, and i caught you feeding them to a candle's flames.
it was foggy the day you left.
i made a handprint on your back window so you'd have something to remember me by.
but, like memories, it slowly faded.
i wrote you a letter.
i miss the way you drew hearts on my hand; the way your hair looked in the wind. i miss the color of your eyes and the way your skin felt on mine.
i'm still trying to decide if i miss <i>
missing.i remember how you found me digging through boxes in my closet one day.missing.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'what're you looking for?' you asked.
'i'm not sure,' i replied.
you looked at me, confused. 'you don't know what you're looking for?' you asked. i only shook my head.
because i never know what's missing or what i'm looking for; only that something is lost. misplaced.
but maybe the only thing misplaced is me.
'what do you think of yourself?' you asked me the next day.
'what do you mean?' i replied.
'i mean,' you paused for a moment. 'how do you see yourself?'
a telephone was ringing on the t.v. in the silence that dragged on. you turned away from me, and i could tell you didn't expect me to reply.
i didn't, either, but i surprised both of us.
'well,' i said. 'maybe... maybe i'm a fish born without gills. or maybe i'm a bird that refuses to fly. maybe i'm a treasure chest, locked and full of surprises - or maybe i'm just empty.
maybe i'm like fog, confusing and mindless and almost impossible to see through.
SomewhereSomewhere6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a woman
who wants to be touched
in more ways than one
there's a man
who wants to give himself
but he's so very far removed
there's a light
that will connect them both
together in time
black holes and maps.i will pretendblack holes and maps.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i do not fall asleep
thinking of you
if you pretend
not to know.
i wish i knew
how to tell you
exactly how i feel about
you're a black hole
and you pull me in
and all i can do
is try not to lose myself
please do not confuse
for him with
we are not a
rollercoaster, so please
stop saying this relationship
[haven't you heard that
rollercoasters have ups
as well as
x marks the spot,
this is a map,
and if you follow it
you'll find my heart.
you don't really care
enough to look.]
letters.dear amber:letters.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of having pillow fights,
we'll have marshmallow fights -
or try to, because
we'll end up eating all the ammo.
the melodies you play
on your flute are beautiful,
i'm sure, but
they could never be as beautiful
as your heart.
if i could heal all your wounds
and erase all your scars,
but all i have
is this pikachu band-aide.
if you're ever feeling down,
we could play games of
checkers, and you would always win
and i'd tell you embarassing stories
and secrets about myself,
just to make you smile.
hearts.I think its funny how everyone draws hearts but no one bothers to fill them in.hearts.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So theyre always empty?
A pause, and then, sadly: So theyre like yours.
I wish I could fill your heart in for you. I have a black pen, do you think itll help any?
When I say hearts, what do you think of?
They make things run.
But they die.
Some are rechargeable.
And most arent.
My heart gets lonely, some days. It feels like its the only star in the sky. It misses you, sometimes.
But no one was listening.
If only ...If only ...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If only I could send you sunshine from my part of the world
enveloped in glittering happiness ... happiness from my soul.
I could whisper in your ear
words of sweetness or any fear.
If only I could wipe your tears and shatter your doubts ...
to be a true pillar in your life.
I could comfort or please you ...
care for you!
For you who managed to revive every bit of me ...
perfected and improved version of me.
If only I could repay you ... I will just give me more time.
But for now ... no need to be a God or a Wizard just to say ...
a happy ending.i. i've always wanted a happy ending.a happy ending.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when i was younger, i went to bed with stories of princesses in pink dresses, even though i hated pink. but the princesses had 'happily ever after's and found 'true love'. there was 'magic' involved, and in the end, everyone was 'happy'.
the only thing out of those i still believe in is that everyone gets a happy ending.
don't make me lose my faith in that. please.
ii. my favorite shirt used to be perfect.
it was white and i, in a moment of clumsiness, spilt cherry kool-aide on it.
i spent hours trying to get that stain out. i washed and scrubbed and bleached that shirt, all for nothing.
it made me realize that some stains aren't meant to come out. maybe some just can't.
(that thought depresses me. everyone knows happy endings don't have stains in them.)
iii. i had an idea of what my happy ending would be.
you weren't in it.
(but i'm glad you are now.)
capturing memories.if life is like a cakecapturing memories.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the smiles are the pieces,
i'd save the biggest one
whenever you feel like you've
fallen, and you can't get up,
and you don't believe in yourself -
well, i'd offer you my wings,
but they're broken, too,
and you deserve better.
[i'll just offer you my hand,
instead, and i hope it'll be
sometimes, i wish i could capture memories
and put them in unbreakable glass jars.
that way, i'd never forget anything
about you, and i'd never forget
all the times you've made me smile.
you'll never be alone.
even if the world abandons you,
i'll always be here. always.
[all you have to do is look for me.]
cracks.before, you were the cracks in my bones, the stains in my carpet and the blood from my wounds.cracks.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
but you told me that there is no point in speaking if no one is listening.
and you never were, so now you are only the dead silence that lingers in my heart.
you gave me flowers for my birthday.
'no thanks', i said, shaking my head. 'they'll only die.'
you smiled. 'but that's why i picked them - to watch them die. isn't it beautiful?'
and i could only wonder if you picked me for the same reason.
i used to think i was made of glass; breakable and fragile. and once it's broken, no one can put the pieces back together just right.
but you taught me that i'm not.
see, glass shines when light touches it.
YoruSoi 'Destined Protector'They showed you to meYoruSoi 'Destined Protector'7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Told me I was your own
A protector is what I was to be
By your side you're never alone
You taught me what I know
I admired your strength and I...
Fell in love, wanted to let it show
For you and you alone I'd die
Your touch quickened my heart beat
Your prescence filled me with awe
You made me feel so complete
Happiness was all that I saw
But you left without goodbye
Broken promise, left behind
It was hard for me to not cry
Then a hatred filled my mind
Betrayed, you left me here
I vowed to surpass you
Catch you by myself, my dear
Defeat you, beat you through
We stood there, a first in years
My anger was reignited and intensified
Gone I thought were old fears
Rising in strength I felt electrified
We fought for a short eternity
But the flames turned to ashes
And I fell in weakness, inequity
Tears blurred and clung to my eyelashes
Why didn't you take me with you?
Yoruichi-sama, please speak to me
I love you, I know now I still do
After you left me, but how could this b
countdown.five.countdown.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wish to disappear
between the cracks in
cement, the stars in the
sky and the spaces between
seconds. i wish to disappear
from the world; hide and become
but i'm too terrified
that no one will bother
to remember me.
fading. light is less
bright, the colors of the world
less vibrant. life
and hope and happiness
feel like the
stars - close enough
to see; too far to ever
i am at the door
to your heart. i knock,
my voice pleading for you to
just hear me, just
hear me, please.
i keep knocking until i
finally realize -
no one is home.
fingernails digging into
skin, lungs burning.
there is no escape,
there is no
escape. i scream
until life suffocates me,
until i have no voice
left, and all that remains is
i am counting down
to my own destruction.
everything you do, anything
you say -
well, it's all
the zombie brideThe zombie bride?the zombie bride6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She lied and tried
to get inside my head.
She said with a grind
she wanted me for my mind.
Or words to that effect.
William F. Devault. all rights reserved.
The Ocean WhisperThe Ocean Whisper9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A solitary rock embedded in sand
and submerged in the ocean's touch.
A place enchanted with silence
in the absence of humanity.
All is unfamiliar...
but the recurring voice in the wind,
as waves slide over the surface
filtering away in a glaze of bubbles.
Spirit and freedom in every sound
harmonious to words of whisper.
A tranquil world, undisturbed
existing for all eternity.
don't bend too far.keep breathing,don't bend too far.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they tell you, but
you are tracing your self-inflicted scars,
lit up by moonlight. you are dancing recklessly,
eyes closed, waiting to collide with something, anything. you are
closed ears, icy blood, darkened dreams,
almost-broken lungs, and they say
keep breathing, keep
you have no time to listen
to things you don't understand.
horror stories seem much brighter at night,
and hope fades in comparison. see, you have
glass running through your veins, waiting
to pierce your heart, running faster and faster
until they collide with your lungs, and
you can't breathe.
you are killing yourself, slowly,
with too-much-depression and
you look to memories for comfort,
thinking you might find hope
in them, but
you can't remember things
that never existed.