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museum waltzmuseum waltz9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I visited the San Diego Art Museum. The artwork was amazing. The one thing that really struck me as odd was the certain ballet or waltz if you will, that was conducted while viewing works of art. There was a certain pattern or dance step that one must do in order to go from one artwork to the next without bumping into another onlooker. It is rather poetic. The fluidity of motion. Awe-inspiring. Depending on which way you entered the room: step to the right, one step back, another step to the right, one step forward, and repeat. Next time you are at an art museum, observe the other dancers.
Lovey -- For KjerstiLovey -- For Kjersti8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I were there, I'd hold you while you weep
If I could, I'd sing you into sleep
Keep you safe and warm in darkest night
Bring you whole to softly glowing light
"Hush, my Lovey, there's no need for fright"
But I know you have to work this out yourself, so--
Though I can only give my love to keep
You from being all alone down in the deep-
The pit that seems to block me from your sight
And I cannot see the demons that you fight
In spirit, I am there throughout the night.
I love you.
SpillSpill9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slit my throat and
Watch me bleed
Tear into
The other side of me
These denegrations
I've tried for so long
To hide for so long
I'm going back to when
you
I'm going back to where
you
Felt me
loved me
Left me
So slit my throat
And watch me bleed.
StrangleStrangle9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the empty locket dangles around
the sweet surrender in the sound
of his voice
Although it's meaningless now
and it won''t be him this time
She can't bring herself to understand why
the tantalizing souls intwined
Cant find solace in this world
maybe next time
A million years from tomorrow
this dusty sodden piece
will fall into its place
unknown change
you'll forget won't you
and the fozen seconds of last
will fade into the seemingly warm lies
the twists and the faults
make you the only one
the only one who can make me cry
with your pain rolling down my face
die on my lips
just like I wanted
I got everything you wanted
it
Salli and her very long knifeSalli and her very long knife9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It started so slowly, it started so simply
A tale of carnage, of murder and strife
The tale of girl all smilely and dimply
Of Salli, and her very long knife
"We'll leave you at home," said her parents quite gladly
"We've asked our dear neighbour to watch you tonight
She's a charming young thing, named Eleanor Shadly
Oh please do make sure that you treat her alright!"
And off they did go, moving so quickly
Desperate to not have to spend time with her
Their laughter was cruel, their attitude sickly
And that was how things normally were.
The sitter was young, and silly and pretty
With pigtails and nail-polish and a skirt that was pl
Good-Bye For NowGood-Bye For NowGood-Bye For Now9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
December 27, 2003
You're leaving now
I understand,
Just one last kiss
Don't let go of my nand.
One last hug in your arms
One more moment of bliss,
But then again, its another thing
That I will have to miss.
No, I'm not crying tears
Please don't kiss them away,
As much as I want you to
I'll regret it in another day.
Because I'll keep feeling
Your soft touch on my face,
But when I open my eyes
It'll just be empty space.
I shouldn't ask this
But can I be in your arms again?
Just once more, maybe it'll help
Stop the tears from beginning again.
Just one more hug to keep me going
To feel when you aren
Why You Say Good-ByeYou Say Good-ByeWhy You Say Good-Bye9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
December 11, 2003
You say good-bye
Saying it has to end,
Why is the question
That resounds in my head.
Sure, we had a few problems
But all couples do,
We can work them out
We'll be as good as new.
We'll go out for dinner
And a movie or two,
Spend the night in each other's arms
We've done it before and it works too.
You just shake your head
And give me one last kiss,
Don't stop this, please don't
This momentary bliss.
You say this is how it is
And that I will find someone new,
Stop talking such foolishness
I only want you.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Why won't you stop with that look?
No, it is
Aussie OutbackAussie OutbackAussie Outback10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've really gotta be careful here,
Down in good ol' Aussie.
Of Kookaburras, Kangaroos,
And don't forget the Mozzies.
There are many other critters here,
Such as the Magpie and Cockatoo.
But in this here ol' poem,
I'll be only mentioning a few.
Magpies are the mob birds,
Kookaburras steal your lunch.
Kangaroos wreck your car,
And on you the mozzies munch.
It's best to wear a helmet,
When riding on your bike.
Not just for the safety rules,
But to protect your eyes… (From magpies!)
Sometime not that long ago,
Dad was eating one night.
Five Kookaburras came swooping down,
And ate the meal in one bite!
A Kanga
It's Now or Never - Chapter TwoIt's Now or Never - Chapter Two1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's Now or Never – Chapter Two
The Fight Within
By; Angelwockies/ Furriehs
The young woman, aged 29, stood up, growling. She slammed her office door shut, mumbling something in Russian. She straightened her clothes back out, her blouses' buttons being done too low for a professional worker, easily showing her bra. (Or, rather, her non-existent one.)
"September…why did I even hire her in the first place... I can't seem to remember."
She pondered this for about two seconds before she pressed her fingers on her ear. Hidden in her ear, there was a communication device. Her scowl turned into a grin as she talked low into it.
"
Cold, Lonely, Lover's BedCold, Lonely, Lover's Bed8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You tell me it's over
When it never began
I sit at the desk,
And fail to understand.
I go up my stairs,
My feet slow and slogged
I can not hear
My vision has been fogged.
I wind down for the night
But my concentration can't hold
I feel sad and betrayed
Used, and cold
and yet it's not such a great
Loss that I mourn;
Just a quick fling, possibly
But my person was torn.
But at the end of the day,
You're still my friend,
And I hope you're happy.
I'll be there till the end.
Later that night,
I still wonder and dream
That things may not possibly
Be as bad as they seem.
But I know that I can't
Let this facade go.
I'm all to
FOR MY FRIENDFOR MY FRIEND8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giovane suicida
hai posto fine alla tua vita.
Il marmo freddo cullerą la tua guancia
come la morte l'anima tua stanca .
english
Young suicide
you have brought your life to the end.
The cold marble will lull your cheek
Like the death does with your weary soul .
french
Jeune suicidč
tu as mis fin ą ta vie.
Le froid marbre bercerą ta joue
comme la mort fait avec ton āme fatiguč .
Lit PinklyThe ceiling fan makes no sound,Lit Pinkly9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
air laps at the skin,
cool, not chilling.
All surfaces covered in some
layer of eased neglect
and dust.
Like the bureau, painted thickly
many times over,
decorative tins emptied and then filled with
practical, placeless things like safety pins
and Swiss army knife key chains.
The television, too,
with one antennae bent off,
"I [heart] you!"
written with a finger
on the vacant rounded glass.
Posters that depict fighter planes, the Moon,
images of a recent boyhood,
fading from many days of sun,
their corners deteriorating from being
pinned and re-pinned.
His comforter, a worn red,
frayed
103810SPACE103810SPACE11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
103810SPACE
for a while it seemed as if
I was merely a
burned-out space cadet, crash
landing
on an oblong planet in the freezing
acid
rain.
© 2001 jesse michael renaud
always clear story twoThe blue eyed girl felt that everything was fighting in her like the past few days she was always trying to understand her faints and all that, until the friendly “talkative” one standed up in front of her and said gently:always clear story two5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
-are you hungry? I know how much you love chocolate so I brought some for you-
-Chocolate!
-yeah chocolate, and I was going to eat this apple but you can eat it if you want- then axel gave a bar of chocolate, almonds and marshmallow!, her favorite´s, and the beautiful bright red apple, the beautiful colorful fruit gave more than a delicious breakfast, they drew a smile in her face, the taste of chocolate
always clear story there a cloud in my sigh and a pain in my headalways clear story5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
i could feel the warmth fo someone hugging me
but couldnt open my eyes, i fell asleep?
i suddendly feel a sound of a bell
and whitout a thought of care i opened my eyes quickly to understand what happened; i was laid in a nursery bed and i was alone, or not? there was a shadow closing the door of the room and it was tall and thin.
i was confused.
where am i?.
-asked a young lady-
in the nursery of the school... you did faint... again.-replaide the shadow whitout facing the girl
she was sat now on the bed and she was going to stand up when the tall darkness came near and touched h
Out Of ControlVoid of expression, out of control;Out Of Control7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't stear the pain, I'm going down a hole.
Can't fight the feeling, lost in my mind,
My heart drew a blank, and I came out fine.
Void of expression, out of control.
Is it a bad thing on the whole?
Pain is a weakness that can't fight the world,
Pain is a cataclyst that is just a word.
Pain is what I feel when I look at you,
Pain is what you bring when it comes to us two.
Void of expression, out of control;
Take a sip from etenity's bowl.
Pain is nothing and all just the same,
Eternity never gave a fuck that you came,
I gave a shit and you told me to go,
I never forgave you, but never let it
Not MineNot Mine9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They say that a kiss blown is a kiss wasted
And the only kiss is a kiss tasted
But when you can only look, and never touch
A kiss that's blown means just as much
Don't dare to touch
What is not yours to take
Don't lay hand on a heart
Which is not yours to break
"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's property"
I dare not touch was does not belong to me
The WatchersThe Watchers9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They watch you engage
In the age old dance
Of youthful courtship
Of budding romance
They lean together
To conspire
They alone
Aware of the fire
The dancers step
In ignorant bliss
Still pages away
From even a kiss
The watchers watch
The dancers dance
Tension increases
With every glance
The subtle steps
Draw them close
The watchers laugh
And begin to boast
They lay their bets
And turn to observe
Each sweeping pass
And swooping curve
The dancers twirl
Unawares
Each oblivious to
Whispered dares
Fingers brush
The flame it grows
Hard to believe
They still don't know
But awareness lingers
On the edge of the mind
The WheelIn the land of dark will I see the sky,The Wheel9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shall I ever cry?
Woe that is I for never will I see such sky,
In the end all is vain.
Or have you, I be strange and wish,
Wish to see that sky?
Wish to have the sight of the end,
No, never.
No such wish is able of I.
I no longer carry a wish or hope,
I no longer carry life.
For I only see that dark dark sky,
For I only see the dark and heartless.
For no longer do I ask how will I die?
I only ask how did I live?
A mystery until the end,
The wheel has yet been turned again.
Ode to my angelThis buzzing,Ode to my angel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the random flying,
of voices, of phrases.
Lying face down in the pool of the wicked.
She breaks down under the starry Bethlehemic musicians.
Shining brightly with the winged-clipped angels.
She plummets to the dark water.
Her face blurred eyes like crystalline marbles.
Held close against the glass,
cracking she smiles.
Ripped of her innocence,
torn away.
Watch now as the devils' hands reach forward.
Clinging and wanting,
wishing to taste her,
take her in forever.
Faceless demons with meaningless expectations.
Empty.
Asphyxiated angel,
calling forth for her god to save her.
What now for my beauty,
my angel.
Peculiar SurroundingsI awoke to find myself in a most peculiar place, it was like nothing I had ever seen. The grass beneath my shoe covered feet looked incredibly lush, almost good enough to eat should eating have occured to me. The spatters of trees stood tall and proud, their branches heaving under the weight of their luscious emerald leaves. I found my gaze slowly rise over the horizon to find that the sky was adorned with the most vivid rainbows anyone was likely to ever see. Picture a small child being asked to paint a rainbow; bold, bright colours and thick segments of colour, and you'll have an idea of what I was seeing. After a few minutes of gawping atPeculiar Surroundings2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waves. Goodbye.You kiss me goodbye.Waves. Goodbye.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the end,
this is where I...
(The) die is cast.
My destiny set.
This is where I must...
Leave(s) fall from the trees.
Autumn works its magic,
turning brown what once was...
Green was the colour of my eyes
for jealousy ruled my body.
Fear not it's not your fault it's...
Mine(s) crowd the sea.
The sea of tears as I leave you now.
Farewell my love it is here that I die.
Ocean WomanShe walks along the ocean shoreline, on a full moon night.Ocean Woman6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her hair is flowing in the breeze.
As is her white summer dress.
So lost in her thoughts, she does not see the people staring at her.
They think she is real or the much talked about maiden of the ocean.
The way she is walking in the water.
She looks like she is walking on it.
Maybe she is this spirit told of.
For she does not feel of this world tonight.
She is so lost in this surreal feeling.
That she has not realized how far out she has gone in the dark as midnight black water.
She hears the waves, she sees things from long ago.
Lovers lost to the sea.
Could it be that e
A panda On your window, dear.There is a panda On your window dear...A panda On your window, dear.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she has tickets to the show.
There you'll find a rare breed of Siamese twins.
cold skin: skin is cold
Her. her aching eye's, glittering like blue glass
she's fixated on Empty red swings..
He. he puts his little fragile arms around her..
Shhhh...
Silence is. Silence was hidden behind the bookshelves
"I...I found a dream"
the words he uses..
the words he used..
whisking them of the top of his tongue.
she turns
with tears you can't see
"take me there" she says.
held on by their fingertips.. they ran.
through the traffic,
pass the trains
Over the clouds and under the rain
Down streets
Sta.sh
