Truth and FalsehoodOne day, Truth and Falsehood met at an inn, both weary from their travels. "My old friend!" cried Truth, "Come, allow me to buy you a drink." So they drank and exchanged stories of their travels. As they talked, Envy walked into the inn. Upon seeing Truth and Falsehood, Envy grew jealous of their friendship. Envy decided to find a way to make them hate each other. Now, it so happened that Greed was staying at the same inn. Envy met with Greed to form a plan. "Look at those two," Envy hissed. "They can't be friends, they never agree on anything!" Greed was only half listening. Envy knew this, but was ready for it. "Of course," Envy said softly, "we need to stop it. It is unnatural, like a bird with no flight, or a fish that can't swim." At this, Envy pulled out a bag of gold coins. Greed's heart began to race, fingers itching to just grab the bag, to caress the gold with loving fingertips. Envy smirked triumphantly, the plan was working perfectly. "Now, this is what's going to happen,"
Writers"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"Writers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many times have we heard that?
What a fool that person was indeed for creating such a lie as that
Sticks and stones do break bones and words cut much deeper than a knife
Words go where no weapon can ever dream of reaching, our very soul
Words move us, inspire us, bring us down, create hate, create love.
Words can destroy just as easily as they build
Bring life as easily as it could death
Give hope and in the same second despair
Words can change the world for good or evil.
It is the job of writers to wield these weapons with care and maturity
We speak loudest with just a whisper
And quietest with just a shout
We create and nourish worlds for those who still believe in good
We open eyes and minds and hearts to the world around them
We become a beacon, and sometimes that beacon goes out
We forget what it is we do for this world and forget that we must tend to our gardens
We forget we're human and make mistakes
Dying SlowlyI can't wait to escape and get a fresh startDying Slowly3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To get away from the place that's crushed my heart
The place where everything serves only as a reminder
Of a woman who could have been so much kinder
You see, looking back, everything here has led to something bad
Even the happiest memories eventually became something sad
Now the one hope that kept me going has been completely crushed
If I ever give these feelings a voice, it will remain hushed
What hurts the most is what this change implies
Each time I think about it I feel pain as tears fill my eyes
Not even my old coping methods are working any more
I feel so much more lost than I have ever felt before
What tops it all is that a previous struggle has returned
And every single morning I wake up I find myself more concerned
But this time, my haunted dreams will be my own weight to bare
Partly because, as pathetic as it sounds, I have no one with whom I can share
But I know I can't bring myself to keep on trying
Because deep down inside I kn
Like a bookLike a book,Like a book3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a beginning, I have an end
Whatever the story is, whatever is me
You won't really know
unless the content you see
Like a book,
I am criticized, I am appreciated
I am loved, I am hated
I'm not perfect but I'm good
But still I need revisions
from time to time
Like a book,
I am filled with words waiting to be read
I am not a blank sheet waiting to be inked
Read me! Read me!
Take me off the bookshelf in the library
...StoriesLie to me......Stories6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I asked you to lie to me,
To tell em the ending without knowing the beginning,
Tell me a story so sweet it hurts my teeth,
So bitter my face cringes,
So hard I cry in pain,
So broken I cut my finger...
Lie to me,
And give me anything...
Tell me you're sorry,
Somethings aren't worth living for,
I need a reason worth dying for.
I need this.
Tell me a lie a thousand times,
I'll make it true all but once.
Lie to me.
A beginningShadows eclipse the sunshine in my worldA beginning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I stand alone, in my own failures
No more raindrops, only tears
Some real and others silent
mourning a dark past.
These black clouds won't last forever
they will be gone;
before a new,
and more colourful, dusk.
OctoberWhile September still dreams of the glamorous summerOctober4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And November sneaks off to the lush, frosty ball
Gold October remains a resolved, faithful lover
Of the tenderly humble and generous fall....
DesireI don't think you'd believe meDesire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I were to reach across this void
and touch your face
as I told you the truth.
They say that this is who we are,
but who are we supposed to be
if not ourselves,
hopeless and alone?
If I were to whisper all the words
you always wanted to hear
as the moon fell over us
on the last cold night,
what would you say
if I said I meant them all?
Wings of FireI watched a butterfly of autumn fire,Wings of Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flutter by on a spring breeze.
As it passed, I couldn't help but wonder,
what worlds burn upon it's wings.
Tonight: The Sad StoryIf I told you I love youTonight: The Sad Story6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would I overstep those bounds
That we've set without trying?
Would you take my hand
Look me in the eye
And say the same to me?
Three little words that carry so much
That mean everything
And I mean them for you...
Let me stay with you
Caress your cheek
Hold your hand
Taste your lips
I'm so tired of being alone
And now that I'm with you
I hope to never be alone again
ThievesThieves are all around us if we would just care to lookThieves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Friends and relatives, strangers and ourselves we are all the thieves of something
What kind of thief are you?
Nay, not I says you but you just hide your thefts beneath your cloak
Hiding your sins from the world and those you have wronged.
Thieves of hope, thieves of wisdom, even thieves of dreams
They prowl about this ever night like vampires looking to feed, draining you to the last drop
You still do not believe me?
Then you must be blind walking these streets to not see all the thefts
The thieves of lives lay in prisons waiting for their turn to die
The thieves of dreams say nay until they meet death who says aye
Yet you still do not believe me?
How foolish you must be not to see the plague that surrounds you!
The plague of thieves and heartaches that all have felt
It follows you at every turn
Are you willing to deny the sky though it is plainly in view?
Do you deny that I am here in front of you?
Then why do you deny the plagu
My little rowing boat - poemSoft wood, nothing quite special,My little rowing boat - poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a little boat.
I'll drag it slowly across the sand,
Slip it gently into the water.
Rock away, hush,
Let the water take thee.
Take me in thy gentle wooden arms,
Rock me to sleep,
On the soft waves,
Take me to a land of eternal oblivion.
I'll sleep upon thy smoothed seat,
I'll drift away with thee
To the very edge of the horizon.
Thy tender hold must secure me
Until the very end of my eternal journey
Into neverending slumber.
What sweet release, into such calm depths
That sorrow would not let me dive to.
Take me away, little rowing boat,
Rock-a-bye, hush now,
Let the water hold thee close
Forever in peace.
God ComplexIf I were to kill GodGod Complex4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would anyone care?
I don't think the world would stop
Or a tear would be shed
I don't think this because God has been dead for years
I would simply be murdering a ghost
A memory long forgotten
I would be setting us free
O EscravoVomita ele o pão amassadoO Escravo3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Pelas promessas perdidas
E mortes concedidas,
À luz de um sol mijado.
Respira ele o ar petrificado
Pelas esmolas furtadas
E cabeças enforcadas,
Enquanto se lambe o gado.
Sangra ele o grito aleijado
Pelos olhares sucumbidos
E pescoços torcidos,
Aos pés do parasita disfarçado.
Até içar de novo a bandeira
À voz da unidade
Contra a corrosiva vaidade
Que assassina uma nação inteira.
Fell In Love With A GirlAs my sanity dwindles in this fever dream,Fell In Love With A Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay against the waves,
counting stars as grains of sand float through my fingertips.
Deep within me,
I remind myself that there are no monsters here,
but I don't believe it.
An exhale escapes me,
a sign of surrender and of blasphemy.
The water pushes me up and away,
and I float on,
forever removed from this place,
and the diamonds in the heavens twinkle,
fade and fall away.
A ParagonInsanity? Is that what this is?A Paragon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hope for the impossible, to dream of the unreal?
Then it's an insane world we live in!
For there is not one being without the desire,
To take a leap, to dance with fire,
But not one that would scar their skin,
But instead warm their souls from within,
With the pleasure of doing what they have willed,
Instead of that which would have killed,
All their vision, all the conviction
With which they grew,
Unknowing they were looked upon as fools.
And I'll agree, such fools we were!
To imagine that we could change the world.
Trusting in our own beliefs,
We set out once with rolled up sleeves.
And as simple a dream as that may seem,
I'll chime in now with the reality,
That we cannot be as we yearn to be,
(The hope thereof is insanity).
We are merely sculpted for display,
Like the china dolls with their glassy stares,
For the admiration of the passer-by,
For the audience, that is society.
The Fate of the ArtistI walk across sidewalks and lawns,The Fate of the Artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
avoiding the stares of neighbors.
They think they see the man,
not the artist,
who never sees the light of day.
they wonder, gazes averted,
does he venture out?
I wonder if they think
that I am hunting them,
eyeing them hungrily,
looming within me.
I'm not, of course.
I have simply come out into the world
because we all must come out into the world.
We must see the sun,
just as we must see the shadow.
The artist cannot not sit still,
devil playing with his idle hands.
He must seize his own fate,
and, if need be, he must
walk into the bright glare
of Ra, and accept the stares,
the misguided gazes of those
the law would call his peers.
KeyholeIn the wooden door a thousand secrets keep,Keyhole5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heavy from the years but never shall it weep.
Between planks of wood lies that mystery place,
A deep and dark part that is no pretty face.
Long shard of brass thrust into delicate wood,
Explores the special places that no other truly could.
That place, blacker than the shadows of fifty souls,
Strung up tight and terrified with the secret of the ghouls.
This bed where key and hole do lie,
A filthy sight for a fair maiden's eye,
Is quite the rich epitome of black
But in unbound violent lust it never lacks.
To Dream Darkly of Stars In the SkyAnd into the darkness I find myself wandering,To Dream Darkly of Stars In the Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lust of such a moment filling my veins with fire.
O, tell me, Lord! where will this broken trail lead,
if not to the door of Death, then, perhaps, to his dreams;
for is it not true that Death dreams only of life,
of life fulfilled and brought to great fruition?
Knowing this, these words that must be true,
is it not better to walk in the dreams of Death
than it is to walk in the greenest gardens anyplace else?
Shades ChangingIn the light of the fire,Shades Changing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to see your eyes reflecting,
pale embers in the cold night.
We listen to the waters lap at the shore,
tearing it down,
the perfect metaphor for you and I.
Remember when we slept here?
We would watch the ships come
in the cold grey of the morning;
waiting for the sky to ignite.
Waiting for the world to die.
you exist in my memory,
and in the arms of your beau.
You lay somewhere far from here,
too far for me to let go.
As the shades of grey blossomed
into vibrant worlds of red and orange
I whispered to you that you were my only one,
and I meant it,
every time I meant it.
It's only you,
or it was...
Times change as people surely change,
and emotions run as dry as desert rivers.
I'm tired of fighting the shadows at night,
screaming at them to stop haunting me.
They almost make me feel as old as I felt when I was young,
young and in love with you.
Here I go,
tossing this note into the ocean,
hoping the sea or the sky will swallow it,
and with it go
Sorry“I’m sorry” are two words I find my frightened self saying.Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More than once actually.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m busy bawling my eyes out.
“I’m sorry” are two words that often I say for no reason.
Even when an apology isn't needed.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m having an anxiety attack.
“I’m sorry” I find the girls like me often say.
When they can’t seem to find the right words.
Or do some trivial mistake.
“I’m sorry” is something we all seem to say.
More than once actually.
We have a tendency to repeat ourselves when we are jumpy.
Or are having an anxiety attack, from some trivial mistake.
O CaoNunca quis ser isto,O Cao4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
O papel rasgado,
Nem queria ser visto,
Pelo olhar atrofiado.
Pobre cão sujo
Que suspira solidão,
De onde eu não fujo
E sobrevivo em vão.
Ontem olhos viram,
Hoje olhos choraram,
Nunca quis, não quero
Ser o cão que falece
Só, magoado mas sincero
Do adeus que não esquece.
É quando as palavras secam
Que o vento é mais frio,
E toda a água foge do rio.
É quando os olhares baixam
Que a chuva resiste,
E a mentira desiste.
E ninguém sentiu.
Só o cão, que não partiu.
DefeatedDisbelieving this moment,Defeated4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too laden with disappointments;
my legs threaten to sink
beneath such weight.
Washed in cold white light;
my life is starkly coloured
Choices previously ridiculous,
are now real.
Within me, everything crumbles
I face my fears already defeated.
TriangleAscend the steep slope,Triangle5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Climbing to sweet everything;
Descend, and return.
Cutting Down TreesWhen I close my arms,Cutting Down Trees6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still feel her.
When I dream,
She's still in them.
She's behind me.
I still go white when I think of her.
One apology is sincere.
Two is regret.
Anymore are just wasted words.
Six months gone,
Still no word.
I still think of that one last kiss.
I still try to push her thought away.
At least thirty seconds of every day...
At least one dream a night...
At least I only have to feel this pain once...
Somethings were never meant to be easy,
But some things are too damn hard...