Sonnet 3words are like the colors of paint run dry
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
Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,Dear justagirl7 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?
dreamcolordreams are just the pigmentdreamcolor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in which reality is painted
Yesterday You Never KnewTell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,Yesterday You Never Knew7 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.
Here We AreAnd here I stand again,Here We Are6 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
daylight starsalways where you need to bedaylight stars6 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
Lost Hearts - Collabdear journal,Lost Hearts - Collab6 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
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 you6 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
When You're GoneWhen you're gone...When You're Gone6 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
Thoughtsbroken dials andThoughts6 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.
Sunset Puddlessunset puddles andSunset Puddles6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
whispered struggles all wrapped up
in starlight cuddles
Clouds and Skyscraperssome days, all I can see are skyscrapers,Clouds and Skyscrapers6 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
The Letter OoThe Letter O6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound in a small shout,
and the center of words vast and small.
desired by the King, whispered by
the smallest child.
the last, the ending. the Ender.
What's in an offering from an empty heart?
Dreamwhispereryou could tell me that youDreamwhisperer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispered a dream into a reality:
and i would never believe you lied
Cloudy Daysall we ever have:Cloudy Days5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
forgiveness on sunny days,
stormclouds in my heart
the end of forever.i don't know what to tell you.the end of forever.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i could tell you that i'm sorry, but that wouldn't change that i didn't do anything wrong.
i could tell you that i miss you, but that would just give you another opportunity to break my heart.
i could tell you that you're being stupid and immature and selfish and hypocritical, but my opinion doesn't seem to matter anymore.
because we both know that no matter what i do, no matter what i say, i'm still going to end up being the one crying myself to sleep at night while you're dreaming happily of chains being cut and being set free.
i am sorry for something.
i'm sorry i was such a burden to you, i'm sorry you had to force yourself for me. i'm sorry i smothered you. i'm sorry i couldn't accept you for you. i'm sorry i was constantly using the things i did for you against you and i'm sorry i kept showing you my thoughtless side instead of the one you really liked about me. just because you can accept my flaws doesn't mean that it's okay for me to have them.
a haiku for the broken ones.they call it a crusha haiku for the broken ones.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
because they always seem to
hurt the very most.
The Letter AaThe Letter A7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a beginning of letters
advanced into words.
words arranged by phrases
attached to afterthoughts
of a sentence
this is the allowance
Why do we often ignore a beginning?
Lose My Edgeyou'll know when i lose my edge:Lose My Edge6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in that very moment when time reverses
and whispers become secrets
and untold dreams become empty songs
that fade away with visions
of eternity gone wrong
Fairie QueenGo and fashion her a willow wand,Fairie Queen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Braid loden ribbons in her hair.
Then gather sprigs of misteltoe,
Weave dappled wings for her to wear.
Pluck nectar from the honeysuckle,
And silken strands from spiders' webs,
Spin garlands out of Spanish moss
And place upon her briar bed.
Call forth the stars, those shining orbs
That dress the dark in slivered light
And dust the moon beams from the sky
Fair denizens who rule the night.
Joint revelers in this ancient realm
That blooms anew in April moon
And wile away an idle spring
Till Midsummer arrives in June.
i is less than three uyou've spent alli is less than three u5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this time trying to
solve the equation of you+me,
only to miss seeing that
too beautiful.don't touch me. you can't touch me. i'm not here for you to rip apart, i've got things to live for you know. i've got hopes and dreams to change the world and if i die today they'll all be gone.too beautiful.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and i don't care if everybody says that, if everybody thinks they're too good to die or has a family to feed. i'm different. i've got real things. special things. important things. i've got words to write and songs to sing and people that will never see the light without me. i know it. even though it seems like nobody really cares about me i know that they do. they're just too afraid to show it. they're just too proud. too unused to caring so deeply about a single person that they can actually concretely touch and isn't playing out of their speakers or pixelated on a screen. i'm real. i'm different. i'm special.
so you can't kill me, you can't end my oh so important existence. you can't cut out my heart - what would i feel with, make others feel with? you can't take out my lungs - i need
WhispersYour beautiful voiceWhispers6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Is all that rings in my ears,