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A Life Lesson on How to Livei.A Life Lesson on How to Live2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Learn how to hear when there is no sound. Listen to the last heartbeats of a dead man, for they will tell you how to hold on, and how to let go, but you are the only one that can choose between the two. Hear the sorrow of a silent criminal at a confessional, because it can tell you where the line is and how to cross, but it's up to you to decide if you want to or not. Listen to the chemistry between two lovers and you will learn how to appreciate the love in everything people do.
ii.
Uncover how to see in the darkness, because it's a whole lot more important than anyone ever expects. Look at the hues of red in the night sky and the neon
A treeI witnessed the life of a tree;A tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its brisk green spring,
Teeming white summer,
Tired auburn autumn,
Frozen winter slumber...
I witnessed the life of a tree
And found myself enamoured
With its brisk green petals,
White teeming flowers
And auburn coloured leaves.
But I loved my tree in winter still,
Though it was naked and sleeping–
I lent it my heart
To keep its heart beating
Till the upcoming spring.
roseyou mime a roserose2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with hands I can't see
but
I can see
your rose
Clouds on a spring daymy hand floatsClouds on a spring day1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
over rustling weeds
the wind moves
spring's fate -
after blossoms
comes thorns
grass caresses
on a lazy day
a ladybug rests
My heart soars
on fleeting clouds
winter fades
The Colors of Our SoulA five-year-old me stands in the bathroom, swirling around some water in my glass and staring at it, so transfixed with the pretty colors the Christmas lights fill it with.The Colors of Our Soul2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's Christmas Eve and I've been five for not even a week and I am absolutely intent on showing my maturity to the world. I am the youngest in my family, the smallest, but not the most naive. Sure, I don't yet know about the dangers of this world, but I am five. I will learn, but, for now, I am the smartest five-year-old who ever lived.
The lights shining down into my glass shed the top of the water a pretty purple and I smile. That's my mommy's color. Always has been. A
in the eye of the beholderhe watched as her eyelashes, like butterflies taking off, fluttered for a few moments before releasing the saddest tears he'd ever seen. his heart broke for her as he saw her walking away completely and utterly defeated. he promptly left his comfortable chair and homey hiding spot and sufficient solitude and ran after her.in the eye of the beholder2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he searched and searched between books about fairies, and the trophies for talent, and the bleachers where the select few sat. but he didn't find her in any of those places. he found her in the park, among the fallen broken branches. stuck in revolving doors of corporate buildings. and in the dark corners of abandoned alle
SapInside my body a tree isSap3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
growing. Lord,
I know the sting that raindrops bring;
the cold that falls
like evening in the skin;
the taste of silence
like metal. I am familiar
with wind, tussling my hair
like prairie grass.
I am familiar with fire.
Dry things burn so quickly.
I remember California.
Lord, the streets are pale. It hasn't rained
for months, and if it has
I haven't seen it.
But I know the taste
of dry saliva. Silence takes the air
as autumn turns to winter.
My body is a tree.
The transition too slow
for my taste. When sap dries
on the roots it becomes rough
like moss. Inside my body a tree
that has become sl
SubductionWe drip into OctoberSubduction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the silence of spiders
heavy in our chests,
our hearts curling in
on themselves like
leaves in autumn.
Lungs unfurl into the
stillness;
there is a breath, a whisper--
This dying wind whistles
through empty throats,
as if to murmur a warning,
perhaps, that we threaten
to become
earthquakes
along our hipbones.
-Seeking Solace-Take me.-Seeking Solace-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold me.
Never let me go.
Keep me.
Love me.
I've sunken so low.
Protect me.
Hide me.
I need to be safe.
Conceal me.
Guide me.
Don't let their words chafe.
Save me.
Comfort me.
I can't be all alone.
Never condemn me.
Or my solace will be gone.
Sifted SandSweetly sifting sandSifted Sand2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through fingers each
with lifted eyes, we engage
a Romeo star
on Juliet beach.
Comet trails of stolen
light plucked and
placed on gentle
tide, until at last
our sifted sand lay
scattered by the shorely breeze,
on blue-like
Monet, sea foam
painted,
where waters rose and
flatly washed.
The wave, it came, its
breaker tall, like high
and skyward spires reach,
which severed from
the moonlit sky
a Romeo star
on Juliet beach.
petalsin dreamspetals3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her breath caresses my face-
wisteria blossoms
petals skitter
gusted to false life
tears from the sky
turn to pink rivers
glistening earth
barren from their passing-
caressed by a breath
Set of Four Religious HaikuThe piano stillsSet of Four Religious Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Three daughters of God sing out
Strong, "Be still, my soul"
Blue and yellow light
Shine through the chapel's windows
And show that He lives
From pews, voices sing
Notes ring, rolling through the air
Piercing stone and hearts
Inside a chapel
Of stone and wood, soft silence
Save for distant song
A Madman's CompassionDear Mr. Hawker,A Madman's Compassion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw your shadow on the moor today,
It lingered on the cliff-face,
As the water lapped at your feet.
The smoke from the hollows of your face,
Hung in the air,
Mixed with the inky fumes of a poet's voice.
The child's call to the birds,
Each word coming from you,
Fell on deaf, feathered ears.
Your haggard, youthful face appeared at the window,
Mouth full to bursting with a pipe and words,
Who could accept a madman's compassion?
Mr. Hawker,
You inspire me.
UmbrellasI have the feeling we have met before,Umbrellas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe in a past life or simply in the past,
perhaps we passed each other on the street
one stormy day and our umbrellas touched.
Or maybe the lines of your face are plain
and you look like the tens of men
I've seen before you, some I even kissed
but no lips have felt as soft as yours.
It could be I noticed you now because,
you see, I've been alone for so long
I miss the feeling of skin on skin,
of rustling sheets at four in the afternoon.
Let's go grab a coffee and just talk,
tell me every single thing I should know,
let lies roll off your tongue, I won't mind,
as long as the butterflies keep dancing
To My Unborn LoverTo My Unborn LoverTo My Unborn Lover3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You may well be out there, somewhere;
a soul as yet bereft of flesh -
drifting wanly in the aether,
not entrapped within the mesh
of quiet pining and despair.
You would somehow comprehend –
this lonesome passion for fair words;
this ceaseless need to conjure worlds
at the sharp end of a quill;
these petty tries to flee the wraiths
that do terrify me still.
We might not meet for some time –
that's the way love stories go.
We shall linger far apart,
writing poems, finding rhymes;
watching winters come and go
and weave their trails into our hearts.
But when at last our paths do cross,
we'll kiss g
You Found Me"What's your name?" He asked quietly, as he cleaned my wrist with bottled water.You Found Me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I didn't respond. I just watched the movements of his hands without emotion. Where did all the numbness come from? He glanced up at me, over top of the frames of his Aviators.
"Is it too tight?" he pulled the fabric through, tying the bandana. I shook my head. Crusted streaks stained my cheeks. I bet my mascara still looked alright though. Best five bucks I ever spent. He pulled a bracelet over a lump in the material gently. A woman jogged through the woods on the other side of the stream. She didn't notice us. Not that she would have done anything anyway. Th
a story of freedomeven gravitya story of freedom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
forgot me
yesterday
i floated
pulled faces
laughed at
disfigured
beards
& sung silly
christmas carols
in the burning
sun
because not
even gravity
could see
& i felt
me
Date a girl who drawsDate a girl who draws.Date a girl who draws10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know the one. Her bag will be filled with discarded pencils and pens, scraps of paper with mindless doodles on them and blank books sticking out of her bag. She's the one who spends an hour trying to find the perfect sketchbook, only to pick up three more because she just couldn't help herself. She's the one hunched over in the coffee shop, rain or shine, the gears in her mind turning and turning while her hands move to catch up with every idea she has. She's the one who's too focused on what she's doing that her coffee's gotten cold and the people around her peek over her shoulder but she doesn't realise.
Complim
I love youI love you.I love you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just stay with me.
Hold my hand and we can close our eyes and forget everything. Let me feel your warmth and your breathe on my skin. So, so warm and so, so lovely. Please
TofaOf silent thought | or suspect mindTofa2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are few but the wisest aware.
To heed each mind | one meets with words
Is fine a lesson that's learned.
In cradle's cradle | half-conscious I lay
Next a white-armed woman bright.
From her warmth | and wiles of fire
And launder of lips I got.
Held together | next the hearth
With kidding connotation.
The bright made guarded | her garments well
But fondness brooks such fears.
A name she'd none | else no name to give
To rejoin my requests,
Yet with poise | with pose and words
She softened my tone each time.
Along her lips | a lingering beam
And quick craft of her wit
Bestowed for her | my bei
some dayssometimes i crawl intosome days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this box labeled
depression
without meaning to
i find myself in a tiny space,
folded over and over between
these four cardboard walls,
like the brain inside my skull,
my despair-riddled toes
rubbing against my
anger-burned elbows.
cramped and aching,
i am full of impotent rage
and restless boredom.
i want to smash things,
preferably this damned box.
Touch Memy mind is setTouch Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on wearing pink for you ~
pink is pure passion
as rich as a sundae
topped with fluffy feathery boas
and soft pillow possibilities
it's me ~ embracing my comfort
super-sweet
flirty
cotton candy kisses
my soft shy blushes
and sudden-warmth caress.
gentle lamb pink
will have you dreaming
of a tender night sky
full of snowflake parachutes
and of drifting off to sleep
with thoughts
that feel ~
like the petals of my rose
and taste ~
of my lollipop skin
CigarettesI slowly inhaleCigarettes2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Smoke pours in and floods my lungs
Burns away your taste
Words will be enoughi know that words are not enoughWords will be enough2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to separate me from these crowds
and reach you far up there,
at your castle in the clouds
born in different worlds,
under stars, galaxies apart
with nothing shared or common
but the bonds of a lonely heart
one heart filled with kindness
and the other filled with love
divided by a fate so blind
and those cruel gods of above
i know that words will never be enough
and i'll never have a shot
but i'll keep writing you these letters
because they're all i've got
Sta.sh
