Into Your EyesInto Your Eyes3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I gaze into your eyes so deep, so deep
you show me a world almost cosmic
I feel like I've been waiting forever
I've never felt like this before
I think I'm falling; I can't let go
now that I'm here, there is no turning back
into your eyes I perish, into your soul
baby, let me show you, let me show you all the love I hold
[untitled 3]there is a point where my memory halts[untitled 3]1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the cicadas quiet in the september air
and i clamp my hands between my thighs
bite the inside of my bottom lip until i
know it’s the equivalent of pale and
not cold but close
i feel the rug under my ear and in
and my earrings catch and pinch by my hairline,
a sloppy faultline of segments, and
my eyelids are sandbagged,
drugged, tethered down with leather cords
my elbows worked in tight
they nearly touch as i coddle close your
small form, line your cheek bone with mine
i’m breathing in your exhales
and inhales as if life itself was dependent on me
sleeping and falling and sleeping and falling-
you brush back my fears from my hair,
run your calloused knuckles past my eye,
and my memory halts before the cliff
like a suicidal child who reconsiders
Poetry AnalysisI was given poetryPoetry Analysis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Told to pin
her arms and legs
down on my paper;
Take my pen & tear her open
Expose her limbs
And rearrange her vertebrae
to fit my selfish needs
But what the teacher doesn't know
is I already let mine escape
Clutching to the secrets
that still remain inside her
Where they belong
I am a Poeti am a poetI am a Poet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can not speak
(not with my mouth)
the ink on that page:
shouts the passion of my soul &
cries with vengeance
i am a poet
strings together my thoughts,
and knits a golden fleece
to revive my tired bones
i am a poet
the world is not a happy place
my writing unveils that,
strips it bare
and leaves it hanging
off of four lined stanzas
I am a poet
and I will be heard
Sunseti saw Darkness chasing LightSunset1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hoping to devour her
To dye her sun-tipped feathers
into the dark abyss that was his own
Light was not to go down
not without a fight
Unleashing fire into the sky
painting it orange, red, and pink
But Darkness jumped
And swallowed her whole
then he spat out her glittering bones
that got caught inside his throat
Incubus FlightIncubus Flight3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You come alive in my dreams
You come to me
Together we fight my nightmares,
And you belong to me
Even in my dreams
I know this is untrue
I know I'll be awake,
But for now I want to be with you till I do
My nightmares are fringed with angst
The demons in pursuit, they lie
Together we shall conquer my battles
Release me from my bane,
You and I
I waited all my life for you, my savior
And now I know why
You have my heart, beloved
Without you, I shall die
Dark WaterThe waters icy grip is lulling me to sleep.Dark Water1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's embrace calling me to the deep.
I want to scream,
And erupt with silence.
The Moonlit ForestThe Winter SolsticeThe Moonlit Forest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silent and dark
Only lit by the full moon
Becoming a forest of silver
There’s a break in the silver forest
The pale light turns to gold
By the hands of the village ahead
Dressed in a Festival of Lights
A light of cheer in the dark, silent night
The Clouds Never SpokeThe clouds never spoke. Even thunder claps and blinding flashes from a storm without rain in late summer had nothing to do with the lack of words. Exchanging this brief life for the view of a pinpoint universe in the belief, with that same view blocked from my aspheric vantage, that I was being observed, never suspecting their indifference. Yet for all the muteness in their constant rebirth, I recalled how awestruck the sight of the slow majesty of clouds redefining the summit of a distant range was, than the lidless glare of a day's clear sky sitting featureless on an endless stretch without a single rise.The Clouds Never Spoke1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
never to meet
the same cloud twice
in a lifetime,
they never acquire names
the way a strong wind might
Defining BeautifulWho decided what beauty must be?Defining Beautiful1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it really only what the eye can see?
Everywhere, people are killing themselves to become "perfect"
And they are taught that all "flaws" can be fixed
Fight for perfection to the death
It's a guaranteed loss so take your last breath
Who even decided how to define beautiful?
A word that describes nothing but the highest toll
And despite all the expectations laid out by society
Isn't is what's inside that really shows true beauty?
Stress is a sickly lime yellowStress is a sickly lime yellow.Stress is a sickly lime yellow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It smells like burning plastic.
It sounds like a fast-approaching train.
It feels like unstable ground crumbling beneath me.
It tastes like metal on my tongue.
Writer ImmortalI dream to be remembered,Writer Immortal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Recalled for the beauty of my soul bonded into the pages.
Infused into the worded ink that is my lifeblood.
I aspire for my emotions wrapped between the covers to be unravelled by curious minds.
To share with them the world I had conceived, beckoning adventure and igniting romance.
I strive for the writer's victory of making a story resonate in people's hearts.
Hoping that my words will echo through the world, changing people, comforting lives.
One day I hope, when I'm dead and gone,
a piece of me will be sitting on the shelves of my beloved kindred spirits,
waiting to be opened again, like a reunion between old friends,
where we shall reminisce of those vibrant moments where we both smiled and cried.
Tattered or new, patiently waiting to be discovered or found once again.
And forever shall I remain in this world, remembered for what I have done,
through the actions of the characters that shall shine on without me.
Haiku 12warming horizonHaiku 124 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
overlooking my day dreams
leaving me breathless
Snowy Mountain - HaikuOld roaring titan,Snowy Mountain - Haiku1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Draped with a lordly white cloak,
Wears a crown of clouds
An Open LetterAn Open Letter to the Wasp Trapped on the 71vAn Open Letter1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You may not have noticed me, but when I stepped up in to the bus, I noticed you. I made my way to the nearest seat, careful not to disturb you. The other passengers and I watched you crawling on the window. Our eyes filled with worry, and we sat still, staring, each of us hoping we would not be the one you stung.
I felt your frustration, as you banged your head on the glass and crawled about it, watching the trees blur by. All of the exits were clearly marked, but you could not understand them. You could not know when the doors would open, which pane of glass would slide. Perhaps you would never be free, I wondered. Perhaps you would die there. I wanted to tell you that I have been where you are. I wanted to tell you that I knew how you felt. But I didn't.
For thirty minutes I watched you. I imagined myself sliding my hand under your six legs, cupping my fingers around your frail body, and carrying you outside with me. But when the b
NothingI am nothingNothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From my throat
Comes the ravens cry
From the soft noise of my robes
Comes the last breath of life
From the chill of my bones
Comes the chill of death
From the shadow the night is born
Where I walk
Yet never reaching
Until the white knight
Rides the horizons
I am worshiped
I am cursed
Ever shall I pace
The earth so wide
Yet never being seen
The fear I see
When I look in your eyes
The fear I leave
In the back of your mind
Makes you believe
DaughterI relax now...Daughter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her illness sleeps.