The MarionetteShe was angry..confused...and frightened..The Marionette10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Jade colored eyes flashed at him, fury seething in the glittering pools as she responded with tightly reined anger." Nay Teiranon I know well what would happen should I try to betray you. You take glee in driving the point in as much as you take glee in twisting people to your will, or impaling a wayward man upon your sword." She fell silent a moment, her heart a thunderous roar in her sensitive ears. With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes, then opened them again to peer at him with the distrust written in their depths that she held for him as she asked" What is it you want?" The smile that etched along his lips sent a cold chill up her spine.
Scented LettersI love how your letters smells so good,Scented Letters5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That despite all my conscience,
I want to hold them to my nose all the time,
And fall asleep with you on my mind.
I love how you use few words when you mention something intimate,
Then telling me you are leaving the rest to my imagination,
Something you know I use well,
Whenever I miss you in ways words can't come to describe.
So as I slowly touched the pages,
I am reminded again that soon,
When our hands are together,
There will be no need for lovely letters in between
HeyHey, somewhere along the way I lost youHey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my mind still follows those lines of orange sand
and wonders about peculiar lightings
and the smell of everyone around.
Why is melancholy so similar to happiness?
Why are the thoughts I have of you
the same I had
again and again.
And why are they different this time?
(I know, I know damn well.)
Hey, somehow I made it all across
just to notice I left someone on the way
I guess he was important
I think I knew him, did you?
Why don't I turn when you scream
and where is my nose, my face, my fucking
horse. I'd love to ride into the sunset
with my outlines clearly defined against the horizon
but you manage to fuck up the photograph
(blurry, blurry mess)
in the end it amounts to a mess of dangerous luck
and a pretty box of shit
and not all change is golden
but what really is.
Yeah, who really is.
This KissSometimes I dream about the flickering teasing in your voice,This Kiss5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Running my hands through your river long hair.
The beautiful promises you makes of my heart,
The candlelight words we've spoken in between.
More than often you've dated me with your love,
Shown me beautiful things in my life,
And like a fairy tale story,
Made me believe in all I want to believe about love.
So as you are holding me now,
I am tempted to give you just about everything.
And so long as you are letting me,
It'll have to start with this kiss.
An open letterI'd like to write about meAn open letter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the plainest words,
or, better yet, not utilize
a human tongue at all.
For words are seldom meaningful
and only sketch where they should strive
to care- and thoughtfully describe
the detailed truths and hidden lies.
Yet still I wish to write of me;
explain, in detailed sketches
things I do not understand
nor ever hope to have explained.
Consider this an open letter;
friend to friend,
from fool to fools,
a message to the wind:
Were I to tell you of myself,
in person, not in written word,
I'd joke, tell excerpts of my life
and never show the storm inside;
This storm, so meagrely described
by all I'll ever do or say
is source of what goes on in me
of motion, movement, peace and strife;
It leads me from without within me,
lets me dream the world outside
with waking eyes and fully conscious;
paints the ways in front of me.
In some ways I am good and righteous
or at least prefer to be
shown other situations you would surely
break your bonds and ties with
MangoMango11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She could eat a mango with her eyes closed
Her fingers well acquainted with the fruit's soft hairs
Then peel it back slowly with a sharp paring knife
As I watched, intrigued by how the smooth grain
Of the kitchen table matched the hues of her arm.
But this was one time, when the soft summer night's
breath exhaled long into the kitchenette
That I found her head down, her eyes withdrawn
To a breeze tossed curtain above her.
And I noticed her stomach swelling as a ripening fruit.
And knowing quite well that a seed separated from the tree
At such a young age could fall into another garden
And be fruitful. And this she knew, for her rough tan legs
Still remembered the back scratching at her when
In her old country, men would climb up and into
The trees, selfishly tearing a fruit from its mother.
But only once later in life did I glimpse the ghost
A dull red that broke from my sister's finger when once
She peeled a mango with the knife coming towards her.
The blood smearing across the orange
As the AirI'm in love with the air and the cries it carries to meAs the Air5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love that which I cannot see, nor hear, nor touch
And yet I feel it
The only true love I've known
During a life of heartbreak and disappointments
Oh! To meet the air. That which has come over me
What should I do? Dance with him, lay with him?
Tell he that I know not what his troubles may be
That I love him?
What is it to love that which does not exist?
Love does not see, nor hear, nor touch itself
It is as the air to me
So I find that it is love that I love
And nothing else
Behavioral Expectations.Decent behavior is a reasonable expectation that everyone should rightfully be able to have. In a classroom environment, people cannot get along as a group and learn what we must if the collective group fails to cooperate. Everyone should be equally expected to behave in a civilized and respectable manner. Chaotic arguments waste everyones time. It is important to respect others as well as be respected yourself.Behavioral Expectations.6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a teacher, you should have the power and the control to make the class listen and cooperate. If you give students cause to respect you, they may do just that. However, because you spend so much time cultivating negativity throughout the classroom, class time is being sacrificed and your leadership is being compromised.
As a student, I expect that my teacher will control the class. Yelling at students cannot be tolerated, as it creates a hostile learning environment, wastes extremely limited and valuable learning time, and is extremely disrespectful to the students. Stu
Communicate your questions"Your proximity un-weaves meCommunicate your questions5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
threads and scarecrows everywhere:
Who cuts, who sews, who dares bring sorrow
to this live
(but you, my darling
killer, lover, cold and bloody?)"
"Your proximity bereaves me
all I had just yesterday
lies scattered on the ground and
in your pockets, dark and dirty
(how do you find time to make me
hand myself away each time?)"
"Luckily, in utmost darkness
no one knows who really stands
who really stares and preys at whom
or if the feeling in their hearts
is more than salt and wind and dust:
A move, a sudden turn, a thrust:
A knife, because for you I must
see through the darkness
(bring the end)
walk through the mornings
step through the fire
(steal the heat)
wash states in ice
"I like the way you turn around."
"I think it's in the way it kills.
I like the way you bring me down."
"That comes with expertise in scars."
+Fallen Angel++Fallen Angel+5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gently, slowly, the feathers fall
Go on and tear off your wings my love
The blood travels, seeks, searches
It mixes, dances with the water, overcoming, tinting, a crimson red
Feathers floating, trying not to break
Stained, damaged, sinking
Is this what happened to your soul?
What were you thinking?
Just leaving like that?
Can't you hear the whispering?
"Don't go, don't leave, stay with us"
Surrounding, echoing, fading...
Couldn't you see the tears, flowing down, silver drops in the night sky
Were you that clouded by hate, by rage?
Your ImaginationClose your eyes for I am your visionYour Imagination5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clear your mind for I am your truth
Open your heart for I am your haven
Show me your desire for I am your greed
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Unrequited LoveUnrequited Love4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Some act as if it should be daggers through your heart
for the one you love to pine after another
even if you never been together.
Darling if you fancy the moon and the stars more than you'd ever love me
if the dreams and hopes of folly and life encapture you more than any word I could ever say
then as long as your happy I'll take my leave.
This path is long and winding
we shall see each other often enough
while you flitter in out with the butterflies and lamps of your life.
But as long as your laughing or there's a grin splayed across your face.
Then be happy and waltz that dance only you truly know
and if you cry bitter tears of mourning or heart break
call out to the path you so wander
and from my side of the road I shall hear you
and there I will run to be your friend and gentle crutch.
We shall carry each other until you can walk without any aid.
And when you rush off to another direction.
Know softly I whisper your name like a prayer of hope for you
before I go off and continue o
The ButterflyEarly in the morn, with the rising of the sun,The Butterfly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The butterfly prepares for the work to be done,
The dewy flowers, the springy grass,
All wait for the work to be done.
The butterfly moves off through the morn,
Moving, collecting, drinking, dispersing,
All the joy that nectar provides.
Oh! Ye travellers by the road,
Have ye seen the butterfly flutter
Its wings all aglitter,
in the rays of the morning's sun ?
Noon comes, the butterfly settles,
Settles in the shade of the trees,
Resting from the burning sun......
.....It sleeps on unaware that,
Its marks of glitter and flutter,
Left on the sands of life, are soon,
Very soon to be washed off by the tides of time.
Evening comes, the butterfly heads home,
Heads into the sunset, mingles into the west,
Dancing and fluttering on its way to death....
Written on 02/08/02
Don't listen to meNote, if you so will, that I am troublesome to you.Don't listen to me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morning falls on us like shadow;
we don't need it.
Tell me you will stay forever.
(How I need it.)
Note that I am wooden, and
if ever, seldom moved.
One day and more than seven nights
at this place far away
in the woodlands
the cold lands
the lands of love.
Open your eyes and see my mistakes
I beg you, forgive me not.
In sleep, all children of the wind
share something of its beauty,
of its charm.
Just see that I am worse than most,
as good for you as sand.
But through their sleepy eyes
they do not see:
Who comes to love,
will come to harm.
So wake now, I am begging you
for I can't leave you here
(one more defect
if not my worst)
But still, I must, I will endure
this harm to see you stay
another day, another
seven hundred nights with me.
+Decomposition+"Let me examine and decompose your wonderfully arranged lyrics"+Decomposition+5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
OPEN WINDOWSevergreen sifts through open windows,OPEN WINDOWS8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clear-aired and heady with the promise of mountains;
mixed with the slow drawl of clouds and carwheels
and light hitting the dashboard.
and in this wood-grain scene of tree-tipped timber,
my fingers tap the measured breaths of my parents.
theres string and air stretched taught over every precipice
they vibrate with the mass of mountains.
each breath breathesone, two
the unpredictability of emotion and movement.
and I am good at words and water,
stumble with brushes and bills
my tongue loosed is fast and fire,
evades capture by a meandering mind.
mouths mouth stay afloat,
but often my arms fall fast to flailing.
but belly-up in sun, everything is
incandescent, iridescentcaught and carried in water
a river of raindrops not yet forced into stagnancy.
An old man's deathAn old man's death5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wearily he sits in his usual chair. Maybe no one will notice how tired he is and how much it hurts. His oldest granddaughter knocks on the door and opens the door.
"Hi grandpa. How are you today?" She gives him a hug and sits the plate of cookies in front of him. Her fiancé steps in behind her with a gallon of fresh cow's milk. He hadn't had that since he was a boy. Yum!
He smiles. "When are you getting married??"
She pauses. A different reaction that usual. Usually she says, "Not sure yet. We'll let you know."
"October the eighth."
For a split second he thought there was hope after all. October wasn't too far away. He could make it until then. That would only be a month after the six month mark the doctors gave him back in March. Then she adds .
He didn't know what to say. He'd never make it that long. He knew he couldn't. For a moment, she caught the distress in his eyes, but he looks away quickly back at the cookies and milk. "Thanks for the cookies." H
November RoseNovember Rose5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stumbling through the autumn rain
A lonely merchant on his way
the woods offer no place to stay
but suddenly, a light ray --
A sole flower withstands the storm
underneath the soaking trees
to brighten up his heart
All months the same, October Rain
Washing the light and bright away
And yet here grows, this November Rose
Shining through this world of grey
A flower withstands November storms -
Sign of a chancing world
The showers and leaves
fall from clouds and trees
Yet the rose remains unstirred...
All months the same, October Rain
Washing away the summer dirt
Break upBreak up4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart dropped
Dreams have popped
Love is unknown
Depression now sits on its thrown
The game is lost
But at what cost
Anger building up
And relief in one cut
Puddles on the floor
But hatred grows all the more
Nothing to hide
But your shame inside
So I will say goodbye
Wine Dark ShadowsWe dance, we danceWine Dark Shadows4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We dance as we crawl
We crawl and sprawl in the grief of us all
Feel this agony
Feel Our thoughts
(They're going insane)
Turning into wine dark shadows. . .
Let this invisible insane soldier grow,
(Watch us grow. . .)
We feel defeated;
We would, we should.
This wine dark shadow that we had now become is abundant upon us.
(Upon us it swallows. . .)
Now rest in this cold meadow that had now become numb among us.
(As our heart hollows)
We destroy beauty, we create it too.
(Just for you. . .)
Oh how can we call something beautiful,
When there isn't something ugly for you?
It would have no true meaning, and ugly would have no shame.
Take this ugliness,
In the name of our dark, cold, disparaging pain.
(Disparaging pain. . .)
We cross the boarders,
We fight the wars.
We spread this disease;
Like angry spores.
No don't take me away;
(Let me stay, Let us stay. . .)
Do not take us away!
No not today. . .
Or you will lose the