Fate is.....?Fate…what is it? Can you truly answer that question for yourself, or have you never really thought about it? Is fate a supreme being that controls where we go...that knows where we will go? Or is fate just a figment created by higher thought seeking individuals bound to find answers for both the unreasonable and unperceivable events that may have happened to them during their lives?
Is fate our haven, or is it our doom? To some it is neither, but to some it is both. Not everyone, in my belief, has a significant existence. Yes, some people do create an impact on a few lives, but not the lives of the world as a whole. Very few names are ever remembered…when you think about how many total names ever existed that had the chance. I believe you have the chance to make your name remembered…but then, undoubtedly, comes the question: was I ever intended by fate to be remembered? That question alone holds too many from acquiring their sought after goals. Here is a little something I conco
ReflectionI am a worthless being;Reflection11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
a faceless silhouette.
I have a twin just like me
which I now meet.
As I stare into the mirror he
stares back at me.
A faceless silhouette which I now meet stares back at me.
Behind his deceitful back
he is carrying with him
An artifact forsaken:
the lost key.
This key opens the sealed gate
to my faith.
He is carrying with him the lost key to my faith.
He is an empty reflection
beyond this portal.
Every time I see him
he laughs at me.
He comes from the void
to augment my misery.
Lost At SeaThe sky turns a shade of redLost At Sea11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the sun dips into the water.
A man loses himself in the splendor:
Dreams form of places beyond his reality
as the sun finishes its wane;
he fires the lighthouse up.
And he is lost at sea.
My Last LullabyMy Last Lullaby11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This sweet song that I sing tonight
relieves the pain of my battered soul,
as I look to the stars of the twilight
watching the numbers slowly grow.
One distant twinkle catches my eye
as if it is giving out applause,
for the lullaby that I'm singing tonight;
elegant and peaceful, without pause.
The wind carries my voice to the sky,
across the land beyond horizon,
through the clouds invisible by night,
taking with it all of my burdens.
Tirelessly I continued to sing about
a girl I could never admit I loved.
A girl I couldn't live without;
one who rests in the sky above.
"Goodnight baby" are the last words I sing
as I finish my lullaby to the stars.
My heart once sore is no longer aching:
acceptance has healed my emotional scars.
I Am a RoseI Am a Rose11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a rose, and I'm a failure at it.
My bloom is not delightfully vibrant.
My petals do not smell lovely and ripe.
I shatter under any fluorescent light.
I am here, but I am invisible as well.
I am a part of an over spoken tale.
People see through my clear shape.
A rose not beautiful is now clichéd.
I do no one any good, for I'm not helpful.
I cannot decorate, for I'm not beautiful.
I have no way to make something of myself
so I sit and rot on this desolate shelf..
I am alone and it will be like this forever.
I'm one piece of trash that is no one's treasure.
I will always be ignored then tossed aside
to chip a little more than my worthless pride.
Distant MemoirI feel this wind beating against my back, bare, naked.Distant Memoir11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The coolness spreads across and through me, refreshing.
Sensual strokes, down my body.
Cool breeze surging through me.
This feeling gives me pleasurable peace of heart and mind.
My memoir of pain is thrown across the room.
The pages are fluttered open for one to view.
This I wish not to see.
This I can't help but read.
The pages erode my pleasurable peace.
I sit on the edge of my bed with my covers draping my legs.
Slowly I soak and smear the words of my most detrimental memories.
The words seem bold to me.
I can't help but look and read.
Memories once distant are brought back to life.
How can I escape the pain I'm now facing?
One cannot run away from a memory.
I lay back, book on my face.
I sob hard, shaking vigorously.
Through my sobs I think of these memories, how they affected me.
Damn them, damn them to hell, for putting me through this misery!
I throw the journal across the room.
As I wipe my eyes I feel emotions surface.
A Soulful ConnectionA Soulful Connection11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Soulful Connection
They're open now, discharging their energy.
You are awake, liberating your soul.
Your fortitude flourishes in the bright of day.
Skywards you look, dilating the exit.
Their blue hues match the vast cyan sky.
Their roaming gazes stare at stars hidden by light.
The hypnotic view given forth
captures any and all wondering souls.
When this gaze is laid upon another,
their gaze is returned to admire this beauty
for no one has seen windows that match the sky.
Radiance glistens, beaming forth your good nature.
Rays from the sun: mere beams that shine,
rays from the windows: a charming spectacle.
The dusk now comes to uncover the stars.
Stare at them, they replenish your faith
that someone is out there with a matching gaze.
You snap back to reality, signaling fatigue.
Back to bed you go to secure the windows.
Your eyelids are heavy. They want to shut.
Slowly the exit is blocked from view
sealing your spirit in its prison of blue.
Vertigo ContusionsVertigo contusions concieved at the wrist.Vertigo Contusions10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Severance from this sidereal bliss.
Inertiatic pandemic spreads like fire.
Ashes to remain on the </i>funeral pyre.</i>
Cardiac wraiths</i> now mar his visage.
His iris falls upon a sapient image.
Mascara lips; scissors and suture
Tunnel spread: he is their future.
Ashes now remain on the funeral pyre.
Illusions are lost beneath the warm mire.
Carpal snare, levitating queens.
Parachute fall is the only means
to escape the erudite whirlpool.
Another added to the toll, a facet of the jewel.
Shaking hands with
the undertow again.
MedicineMedicine:Medicine11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Robin Nederlof.
You said you had enough of me.
But I can't believe what you said.
Cause the thing we had wasn't that bad.
Like when you lie, I wouldn't see.
I am like a disease that's always coming back
When you think you are cured I will be there.
In your mind, your thoughts, everywhere.
And put your brains back on track.
I got to tell you this, I saw you last night.
Your hair reflected in the beautiful moonlight.
But you didn't look happy or content.
You tried to look so, but you are a bad pretend.
It's just like I told you, I will always be hanging around.
When there is silence, I am the sound.
There is no medicine that can cure you from me.
I am the medicine you see.
Maybe you acted in some kind of haste.
You said you didn't want me, but you meant the other way.
Perhaps it's because people think I am kind of crazed.
Circumstances made it hard for you to say.
The truth is you want me more than anything.
You are just afraid of the world around you and the people laughing
Cycle of SoulsCycle of SoulsCycle of Souls11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look into my eyes that shine, and tell me what you see.
Look beyond the color shown, stare deep into my soul.
Tell me what you see beyond the holds of my being.
Do you see the real me that shows myself whole?
My eyes they glisten, shining bright blue.
They hold within them the key to my soul.
By nature I'm sold to the one who is true.
Everything about me through my eyes can be told.
Beyond the vast azure lie the souls resting up high.
Look at them to give yourself a glimpse of the future.
The stars they show themselves not to the naked eye,
but instead to the soul, held in its barred structure.
When you pass from this life,
your soul exits as you close your eyes.
Your body is now an inert shell.
Your soul floats to a place far from hell.
The shine in my eye, the glisten that was there,
now takes its place beyond the wide-open sky.
Coming out by night when the stars are clear,
it shows itself to the soul of another's gazing eye.
This is known as the cycle of souls;