Snowflakes...The snowflakes fall in slow motion.
One reaches down to kiss my cheek.
I close my eyes, shivering.
It feels like you.
Like your touch. Your lips on my skin.
A tingling shoots up my spine.
I can feel your arms around me.
Hear your whisper in my ear.
I stare at the snow.
Frozen in time.
I pull you closer to me, and meet your lips.
Coaxing heat from you, demanding your warmth, your heart, your everything.
Suddenly the snowflakes touch me again.
I am awakened. Forced back to my harsh, cruel reality.
My world that is now without you. Without us.
I Swear...I swear I heard your voice today...I Swear...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whispered on the wind
I swear I felt your arms today...
Caressing my cold skin
I swear I felt your lips today...
Wet against my own
I swear I felt your breath today...
A soft and gentle moan
I know I felt my heart today...
Beating hard and fast
I know I love her more today...
Then ever in the past
I know she loves me more today...
This love will always last...
She loves you... RequestYou love her like the stars, You love her like the moon...She loves you... Request4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You love her like no other can, you'll be together soon...
She loves you like the sun, She loves you like the sky...
She loves you more than life itself, don't let this true love die...
You love your girl with all your heart, You know this love is true...
So please my dears remember, that someone loves you too...
Don't sit around and think of how much better life could be...
Just hold her close and hug her tight, let your heart be free...
Love her now and always, don't focus on the worst...
Just know that you are loved, and she will break this curse...
She is your only lover, the only one for you...
So hold her always in your heart...
And tell her... "I love you..."
Can't I Make you Smile?Can't I make you smile?Can't I Make you Smile?5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can I make you see...
That I'm worth your while...
That you belong with me.
Can't I be your lover?
Can I be your man?
Or is there someone other
Who will make you see you can...
Can't I be you soulmate?
Can I be your girl?
Do you feel this is fate...
Or a tragedy unfurled...
Can't I show my love for you?
Can I hold your hand?
Why don't you see my love is true?
Is it because I'm not a man...?
CursedI'm cursed to live my days aloneCursed5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With nothing but this heart of stone.
And through the lonely days I weep
With nothing left but hate to seep.
Stuck forever in this hopeless night,
Too many scars from this endless fight.
And still I guess that I'm to blame
For making everything stay the same.
I could have changed it if I tried.
Instead I cheated and scammed and lied.
It's all my fault, can't you see?
That I'm my own worst enemy?
Sleep Little ChildrenA scared little girl confined to her bed, as sirens ring chillingly through her head.Sleep Little Children4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep, unfamiliar voices fill the halls, as strangers carry her grandfather down tall stairs.
She can't stop shaking for fear of what might be, "He was fine, he was okay. He said goodnight to me."
Unable to sleep, but has so much to do, she tries and she tries but she just lies there like a fool.
A toy pink bunny held tight in her grip, holding for company that she is too scared to get.
She lies alone in a room so dark, as the sirens fade into the night.
Sleep little children in ignorant bliss, and do not awake to nightmare like this.
The Difference btw. you and me We're differentThe Difference btw. you and me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and I
You lead, I follow
You're found, I'm lost
Mirror MirrorMisty mirror and the image within,Mirror Mirror4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Showing what is and what has been.
It has the would've, the could've,
And the should've, under the skin.
In swirling mists hide the sight,
Of an eye, aglow under the light.
Black with madness, with gladness,
And sadness within the white.
Under the cloudy surface lies,
Knowledge secret only to the wise.
Sacred to men living, men dying,
but not to those without such ties.
Within and behind the surface be
The same as those in front of me.
Be it terrible, great, or mundane:
In your mirror there is only thee.
Nothing less, and nothing more.
Have You Ever?Have you ever witnessed a murder?Have You Ever?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever seen the muzzle flare?
Ever seen the blade slice?
Ever seen the pain plastered on someone's face?
Ever seen the limbs twitch?
Have you ever witnessed a suicide?
Ever seen the flash of the blade?
Ever seen the blood spatter the wall?
Ever seen the silent tears streak down the determined face?
Ever seen the carefully thought out letter?
Have you ever witnessed a rape?
Ever seen the perpetrators weapon of choice?
Ever seen the brutality of what is meant to be an act of love?
Ever seen the victim's face contort in painful suppression?
Ever seen the emotional aftermath?
Have you ever witnessed an assault?
Ever seen the blows that land with bone b
The DreamsSleeping and seeing,The Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the nightmares of the world.
Where is there an answer?
To the demons in the river,
dancing on the banks.
She's nothing but skin and bones.
Hear her being tortured,
hear her whimpering.
Once fully loved,
once a young man's dream.
Now craked and broken,
lying on the floor.
Drifitng into silence,
not living anymore.
Mi amorMy love is the one that makes me smile.Mi amor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up the phone and dial.
Wishing that she was here right beside me...
So I can see,
Her beautiful face.
She makes me the happiest man,
And knowing that she is there I know I can do anything and everything,
For when I go lay down there is no other.
Wanting for me and her to get under the covers.
And dream a beautiful dream.
And with that she makes me fall for her everyday.
Three wishesWhat would your three wishes be?Three wishes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you had three wishes
What would those wishes be?
Perhaps to live forever
You know, immortality?
Or how about a pair of wings
To lift you to the sky?
Or maybe meet your Prince Charming
A dashing, handsom guy?
Or what about telepathy
Secret access to the mind?
Read the thoughts of others
Or control them from inside?
What about world wide peace
To protect the Earth from war?
Or save the lives of innocent
From those who break the law?
Then there's also time travel
Why not revisit your time line?
Or maybe even time control
Now thats what I call "killing time!"
If you had three wishes
Which wishes would you choose?
Hurry up, the genie's waiting
You've got no time to lose!
So tell me, if you had three wishes what would you wish for?
liminal.they are a cardboard family.liminal.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her dad is a couch
sitting quietly watching
her mother is a bee
from place to place, never quite
settling down long enough
to complete a simple task.
her brother is an open book
sitting on a glass table
that no one ever
takes the time to read.
she sits in her room,
trying to figure out
what she is.
she doesn't know yet,
but she thinks
maybe she wants to be
more than just cardboard.
she wants to bathe in puddles
without melting like chalk.
she wants to hold the world
in her teacup and drink it
and have little people living
inside her, so they'll climb
into her heart and turn it on
so it works the right way.
they are a cardboard family
in a paper town.
The rulesTo write a story,The rules5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must go through the rhythm.
To fall in love,
You must first love yourself.
To raise a family,
Your family must raise you.
To understand me,
You might read my history,
But my history is not for you to read.
To get out of the darkness,
You must bring in the light.
To live life,
You must also value it.
To cherish memories,
You mustn't forget them.
To be happy,
You can't be sad.
To honor your religion,
You must also honor yourself.
To have friends,
You have to learn to trust.
To make amends for the things you done wrong,
You must also make things right.
To conquer jealousy,
You must believe you are better.
But to conquer your depression when you feel so low?,
I don't know...
All these rules you must follow,
How come my heart feels so hollow?
Some Lies Have Truth In Them.i.Some Lies Have Truth In Them.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Some fires burn without smoke.
I wouldn't want to be that kind of flame.
It's like saying "I like coffee, the kind without fragrance."
or saying "Starfishes are cute, but only so when they're not growing in water."
or saying "I want to wish on a star and hope my dream comes true."
There's no point in it.
(But some people love without heart, without truth.)
Some birds are flightless.
I don't pity them.
They are the only birds that master the ground and always look up in the sky.
Those with flight are the birds that always look down, and their wings tire.
Besides, flightless birds will one day fly.
(But some people pity the lover-less.)
Some secrets are lost.
I dream of them, but never cry over them.
Some things are meant to stay as mysteries eternally.
So if we hunt them down, they lose their attractiveness.
For example, what if scientists said the Bermuda Triangle is filled with a gas that causes delusion?
It would be disappointing.
Also, some secret
Photographs Of UsDrops of sunshine usedPhotographs Of Us5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To fall on my face,
Now my eyes are filled
With clouds of gray.
I hear tears tap along the floor,
I don't believe in love anymore.
I hear myself screaming,
But no one can hear a sound.
Why do I feel so alone,
Even in the largest of crowds?
I guess I let myself
Believe in people's lies,
Sometimes I like to believe,
That not everything dies.
I miss the sound of laughter,
I wish for another chance.
I was knocked over,
I've lost my stance.
Love isn't forever,
But why does it have to end like this?
I clutch on to photographs,
Missing that feeling of bliss.
I Strangle Snow MenJoints caked with spider webs and arthritis. His earwax had the sense to shield his mind from cotton-spiked sound waves. Frostbite; a constant side-effect.I Strangle Snow Men5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could repeat it with ice-sculpture syllables, but darling, you're always so slow. I have not the time, and it's already begun to snow.
Look outside. Slush angels feign beauty.
Crystalized spinal-fluid swimming amongst slouched vertebrae. Winter-vicious piranha nibbling at my stubborn-sure back bone. Devoured, but oh how I loved the teeth of December.
I used to build snow men, but you said : "It's only playing God," And then I stopped, leaving the side of half-alive snowballs. Weeks pass
Thank youThank youThank you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thank you for saving me from the darkness.
Thank you for helping me when I needed it the most.
Thank you for staying by my side those lonely nights.
Thank you for being my family.
Thank you for holding me when I needed your touch.
Thank you for telling me that I was strong when I knew I was weak.
Thank you lifting me up and helping me stand on my own two feet.
Thank you for seeing me for who I really was inside.
But most of all
Thank you for loving me.
Lost AgainSpeak...Lost Again5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spill my secrets.
Gave you my trust, my defenses down.
I told you things from deep inside,
Things no one but me knew.
Alas... you seized up and ran,
Leaving me exposed,
The pieces of myself floating on the breeze...
I watched you run,
Hiding in the darkest corner,
So you wouldn't see my tears...
My best friend...My best friendMy best friend...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is really, really nice.
He tells me lots of stories
And sings me to sleep.
My best friend
Keeps me safe.
He told me not to talk to strangers
And helps me cross the street.
My best friend
Is really smart.
He helps me with my homework
And teaches me big words.
My best friend
Is older by ten years.
And I'm seven
But I don't mind
Because he's really nice.
My best friend
Is someone nobody else can see.
You might think he's invisible
But it's just you can't see him.
Mummy wants me to stop talking to him
And when I talk to her about him
She gets mad
I don't know why,
Because I tell her he's really nice.
Mummy keeps crying
She takes me to see people.
They keep telling me he's not real
But he is, it's just that they can't see him.
I cry when I get home
And he tries to make me smile.
See, I told you mummy
That he's really nice.
Mummy says I'm going away for a while
To a place they can
ForeverMyForever5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drift with me on the face of the sea.
It is our destiny,
The sweet sky is too bright for us.
The tides are too tempting,
and your eyes are gleaming.
My breath was lostI stopped bMy breath was lost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
extant.what is a year?extant.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it a cloud of gold dust
shimmering in the sky
made out of laughs
only in feelings?
the sound of the river the lightning
little lights on the hill or
the smell of the sky
when it rains?
could it be the taste of
sunshine on the tip of your tongue,
melting like a snowflake
absorbed in your skin;
like a waterfall of
ecstasy caving it?
but i think
it's a a combination of moments
that exist in the time
between the seconds:
when eyes meet,
when a car crashes,
when lips press together
or when the mail doesn't come.
when the sun won't come out
or you laugh till you cry
when you fall out of bed
or lose your favorite scarf in the wind
what is a year
but a string of moments
in the sea?
The Second ComingI.The Second Coming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I struggle because God told me that he doesn't like slackers,
and it is almost winter, and I have to believe in something.
His desk is so tall, I like to sit under it and stare up at where
the edge of the desk meets the ceiling and his hand tapping.
I don't like the cold, but God says that it builds character,
so I trek through it to get to something I once loved and it only
leaves me feeling small.
I was never a child, I told the interviewer when he climbed on
top of me. I was never born, I just appeared.
He wasn't listening anymore, but I kept telling him.
God sank into my skin when I was sleeping one night,
in a church somewhere east of here, and
He speaks to me now.
"God doesn't exist," huffed the Interviewer Man.
There was this man who said that if you spoke to God,
then you were praying. Lots of people pray in snow
And silence, but if they're silent then how does he hear them?
This man also said that if God spoke to you,
then you have schizophrenia.
I don't know what