EnchantedHe grew up enchanted -Enchanted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a magic man
whose music kept the world awake
and made the stars quake
like tiny children
plucked from bed.
He was a stranger
in a stranger land,
who walked on water
while we slept;
and when the children wept,
he made colors with his eyes
and stitched the skies
like quilts of eiderdown -
patches of blue and violet,
featherweight and coarse
like tufts of peacocks
and hung them up
behind the clouds
and set orbs
like spangled berries
to keep heaven company,
hoping the moon's sly glow
would grow silver
and startle the air
and let him keep it
like a long swathe of midnight...
A Dog's PleaA Dog's PleaA Dog's Plea3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend.
For no heart in all the world,
Is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Don't break my spirit with a wooden stick.
Although I might lick your hand between each blow.
Your patience and understanding.
Will teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often.
For your voice is the world's sweetest music.
You must know by the fierce wagging of my tail.
When I hear the sound of your footstep falling on my ear.
Please just take me inside when it's cold and wet.
I'm a domesticated animal.
I'm no longer accustomed to the bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory than privilege.
Sitting at your feet by the fire.
Please keep my bowls full of water and food.
I can't tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me so I can stay well.
To romp and play and do your bidding.
Walk by your side and stand ready.
Willing and able to protect your life.
When I'm very old.
I no longer enjoy good health.
Don't make heroic ef
My Secret GardenMy Secret Garden5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come with me to my Secret Garden, and do not be afraid
For here you will be surprised, by sights and scenes being laid
Faeries dancing beneath the moon, whilst elves sit tapping their feet
To songs and Tunes of fantasy, in this magical place we meet
And Yes it may be a Fantasy, but to me it is surely real
For what is there inside our hearts, enables us to feel
With hands outstretched I grasp the dream, and make it all my own
Remembering of such happiness, from whence all seeds are sown
Pixie Dust flowing along the wind, with beauty for all to seize
Catching glitter and dragonwings, such symmentry upon the breeze
Forest creatures both big and small, share space and harmony
No need for fear in this special place, just peace and company
The brightest stars fill up the sky, spreading light from up above
A stage below for one and all, to dance and share the love
To be as one and just believe, that peace will rule our Land
To live together in Tranquil
Earths WhisperEarths Whisper4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Our name is sung upon the wind, in tunes we surely hear
With every breath the wind will blow, our destiny will be clear
The path of which our lives will tred, are long and filled with hope
Of many trials and travesties, are means of which to cope
See in yourself, what is meant to be, and who you really are
Care not for those who lead astray, and guide you to afar
The sands of time are shifting still and will for ever more
The tales of our Earths Whisper is hidden in folklore
The weathered pages of our books, are kept to show the way
From ages seen so long ago, to what is seen today
Without the land on which we live, we could not but exist
To fraught temptation to destroy, is what we must resist
We are minions passing in this time ,leaving yet our mark
So heed the Earths Whisper, and place light within the dark
Treat every day with respect and mind the seeds we sow
With understanding as a guide, for all we need to know
My love lost..Warm traces of SeptemberMy love lost..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drifting in the breeze,
Thoughts of you resurface
To bring me to my knees
I dream you right before me
The wind within your hair
A smile upon your ruby lips
Our lives without a care
But then there came November
and the rain changed into snow
It made your heart as cold as ice
and beckoned you to go
We drifted and we parted
No longer two as one
Just looking back in sorrow
At what our love had done
From what was once so special
was now a tangled mess
Regrets and angst embedded
upon my wedding dress
You left me at the altar
On that cold November day
To stand so lost and lonely
While you went so far away
So here I am still pining
In this cool September breeze
Still thinking of my lover
Who brought me to my knees..
Inner PeaceInner Peace5 years ago in Open More Like This
To suffer in silence is living for naught
The Pain and anxiety of companionship sought
Screaming so loud yet no sound is heard
The meanings and answers from null to absurd
Catching my breath with each gasp I take
Holding my heart for friends I forsake
Losing control but able to see
Where I once was, to where I will be
Such confusion and fear; we all walk alone
All hands outstretched lead to the unknown
Be not afraid and walk straight and tall
Hear what is said on a gentle winds call
What is ultimately wrong, can be seen as right
As surely as day is followed by night
We cannot foretell what tomorrow will bring
Only be sure of a bird that will sing
The songs in the rising of a bright new day
Step forward with purpose and lead us the way
Alone or together, with the sights we have seen
From where we will go to whence we have been..
We Shall Remember ThemWe Shall Remember Them3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I walked along the wall of names
Red splotches stained the walls
A never-ending tide of shame
That war became the call.
I pondered on the hearts of those
Who chose the hardest way
And set aside their lives and hopes
That peace might win the day.
I looked and saw, I mourned and grieved
That death became the door
For futures free to love with peace
When war will be no more.
Always Be TrueThe truth may be painful,Always Be True3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the truth may bring sorrow,
tears may be shed,
and hearts may be hollow.
But it will carry you, it's a healing hand,
though in pain you have fallen,
with purpose you'll stand.
You'll see the path you were truly meant to take,
at that point you'll be free of all things fake.
You'll give birth to miracles,
you'll see gold and silver things,
the nightingale was once crippled,
but the truth healed its wings.
That's what I found....
The most meaning one can have in a night,
the sky was dark but around her was light,
the light of truth that The Kingdom had sent,
to ensure that her future was very well spent.
She had it so easy,
being lost in another place,
she lived so much a lie
she didn't recognize her own face.
That's why this night had come to pass,
she saw herself in truth at last.
Her heart in misery,
lamentation with regrets,
and afraid of what will happen when the new day sets.
The sky not big enough to hold her tears,
crying all night but nobody hears,
"Rekindled Yesterdays" Chapt2Much of life is destined to haunt us."Rekindled Yesterdays" Chapt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Be it good times or bad, the happy or the sad.
These snippets of what once was, are imprinted in our brain and can show themselves at the most inopportune moment.
This was one of those moments.
A face from my past.
I was not ready to deal with him, or the memories connecting him to me.
"Damn!!!!" I muttered under my breath.
Without thinking I just grabbed the flashlight from the boot of my car and turned to walk back towards the house, pretending that what I just saw was a figment of my imagination.
I heard the screech of brakes, followed by the opening of a car door, and still I continued to walk, with no intention of acknowledging either.
It was not until I felt the hard grasp of his hand on my shoulder that I even slowed my step, even then it did not feel real.
I took a deep breath and waited for what would happen next.
My eyes shut and placed me in a realm that had me oblivious to what was really happening.
Winter WindowWinter Window of the SoulWinter Window2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In the cold, glass silence
Love is my word for snow
Fragile frost flowers grow
Snow is my word for love
while I hold my breath in
I fade to white
Only An OpinionLong hair is annoying.Only An Opinion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being nice is for the weak.
Being overly loving towards animals is weird.
You're a freak for not having your first kiss.
You're unattractive for not wearing exposing clothing.
Nerds are nobodies.
Following the rules is stupid.
It may be.
Watching educational shows is boring.
Loving country music is "hill billyish."
Is not a fact.
When in fact.
Night TrainThe fragile silence of the night stands proudly and unaware,Night Train2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wise trees flutter and shiver from the gentle touch of the wind,
the moon casts a pale light down through the streets,
illuminated yet secretive,
the feline war wages on almost without a sound.
The silence suddenly becomes broken,
the mysterious sound of the night is the culprit,
it's warning cry echos and draws long in the air,
inspiring inexplicable erriness in the listeners ear,
the tracks rustle in the distance as do my thoughts.
Your Lovely Bonesi stole your lovely bones,Your Lovely Bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back when january was cold
and my heart was lonely.
i finished it this morning,
along with my chai tea and strawberries,
realized how much i couldn't understand
i'll send it your way, somehow
with thankyous and sorries and hope;
leave your lovely bones on your doorstep
to melt away in the rain.
Nature as viewed from the busIf there's one thing of value I remember from high school, it's the mornings. There is nothing stranger than a 6:15am wake-up, a snowy stumble down the driveway, and a half-dead clamber into the snarling bus as it coughs exhaust into the air. This coupled with an attempt not to notice the driver, who is wearing shorts despite it being 28 degrees, and his disturbing full calf tattoo of a deranged clown.Nature as viewed from the bus3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Everyone else was texting or asleep, I remember, which lent a strange loneliness to the drive. The sun would rise as we went, and this was strangest of all. The red sun rises over a snowy landscape with a suddenness unlike any other, staining the sky but not diminishing the icy blue of the snow. The trees stand out a very dark navy blue, almost black, and it was not uncommon for the moon to still be out after the blood red of the sunrise had faded, though it seemed somewhat disturbed by the ordeal. It stayed, but it was a milkier and more transparent version of itself, soon to
Mostly sometimes.Sometimes, I write because it makes me feel better [or at all]Mostly sometimes.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, I write because I like to pretend
if I arrange a combination of words just so,
that they will be poetic,
that they will be beautiful.
and that by extension what I write about is too.
But that's not true, is it?
because boys are not poetic, and I am not beautiful.
Mostly, I write because I am insecure and talking would just be too much trouble.