Paper CranesI chased my dreamsPaper Cranes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a forgotten past,
Across a nightingale floor-
To a cherry blossom room.
Where, in fine gossamer silk
I folded flocks of paper cranes,
And often wrote you Haiku
Of amusement and romance.
Chasing after you like wind
With my wild butterfly heart,
Loving so unconditionally
Even though, - regrettably,
My most beloved dragon;
In this long, lost, lifetime,
You found me far too late.
So, when our paths crossed
You already belonged to another.
Frosted GlassCelebration flutes exploded with bubbles,Frosted Glass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And twinkling crystal seemed to shatter
Dream-like in slow motion Before wide eyes.
Expressions lit up like the fireworks,
That spilled downward from the night
In sparkling, brief kaleidoscope showers,
That ignited a sense of fragile beauty
That lingered in my mind and imagination;
But failed to warm my frosted glass heart.
WavesTell me;Waves4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember,
How we watched the waves?
Listening to the soft crashing
Of the ocean and her lullaby,
As she breathed in and then out
With the screams of the grey gulls,
To break those soft sea sighs
The waters were always cerulean.
The age was golden, we naively thought
That we had it all - and I think we did;
Except a shelter from the coming storm
A disaster, that even with all our knowledge
We never could have possibly predicted
Much less have ever prevented.
Those continuous, falling, grains ran out
Of our allotted time in an hourglass past .
Becoming a vast shore - a beach of regrets
To be swallowed up by the high tides,
The ocean just one too many salty tears,
We were drown like the great city.
But I never loosed your hand,
As those tears fell from crystal sockets
Into some now long forgotten memories.
Even as our two souls were left
To sink or to perhaps swim with fickle fate,
And to chase on
BetrayalYou gave me scars;Betrayal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuts that run soul deep.
I can never forget you,
Because in absolute truth
I never felt the knife slide in--
But I felt it twist.
Dawn...The daylight is yours.Dawn...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your future is in that sunrise
And its indiscriminate scorch,
Even as it eats and burns away
At my frail rice paper dreams.
Elude and finally escape me--
A prayer to my lost gods;
Please, forgive a fated fool
For so very truly dreaming
Of what was never mine to have?
I can't even repent.
Give me shadows
And dreamless nightfall,
I can't face the dawn
--not any more.
Thief."I am a thief of lines." She whispered;Thief.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then the words became something resonating,
Like a half forgotten melody down the ages
As you wrote your songs for a word-smith
Untameable soul and wicked little heart-stealer
Able to paint with words but unable to sing them.
Washed Away... Our oldWashed Away...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
footprints are now
history. All of them
had to give in to the tide,
To be washed
DismemberedYou're a butcher.Dismembered4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your cutting,
And the gristle and bone--
Cutting out hearts
Without mincing your phrases.
Branding any verbal opponent
As gutless and spineless
With such dry, bloodless wit.
Your crimson laugh
Spilling like a slashed throat;
Your favourite cuts of meat--
Always the cold shoulder
And sharp tongue.
Fire-painterCreativity burned,Fire-painter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So she painted with fire;
Sparks flew from her fingertips,
The fevered glow of embers in her eyes,
An echo of the bright and dangerous things--
Of the images branded in her imagination.
Consumed by the heat of wildfire need
The raw urge to let loose her visions.
The licks of flames a thousand whips
Of near self flagellation driving her creativity;
Pouring blood and life into her works,
Determined, pushing onward--
An artists pure passion,
Scorched lovers lips
And fiery russet hair.
She painted with fire
Until she became ashes.
EffortlessYou make loving me look easy,Effortless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With just the right words
The kisses- all those kisses!
When feeling so near playful,
Then the embrace that soothes
When I'm near spoiling for blood--
Or the space when i need it.
You're music that calms this beast,
A balance - to my near 'unbalance'
Somewhere betwixt and between
My ecstatic and wild high notes,
And in turn the crippling lows.
Do I watch over you,or you over me?
You make loving me look effortless,
Even though i know its not.
Our OWN clicheForget the expensive chocolates and champagne,Our OWN cliche4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the dozen half wilted red roses.
As long as I can somehow have you forever,
Cheap whiskey and strings of daisy chains
Will be more than enough for me.
Forget the 'atmospherically lit' fancy restaurant ,
With its long and unpronounceable menu.
Just a simple moment shared with you
Fish and chips by candlelight (because the power is out)
Is perhaps silly, but in my eyes just as romantic.
Forget the gold and diamond encrusted monstrosities,
Dismiss talk of carats and such gaudiness.
Expensive won't make me love you somehow more,
Than if you chose to - on bended knee, propose;
With a plastic ring found inside a lucky bag.
Forget the conventional cliché
Lets make our own.
StationI stared down the grey lineStation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the station.
Pathetically waiting in vain,
For the vivid colours of Autumn
To burn through the mist of November
That had settled along the tracks.
I was still waiting when the branches were bare;
December leeched the last of the hues
From the sight of my hometown horizon.
I don't pray --but somehow hoped
For a more promising January
To emerge from the downpour
As the train arrived late.
Guilt.The confessions faltered my heart,Guilt.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you spill them so casually;
They eat into me,
Hollow me out--
Becoming doubts perched upon my shoulders
That evict both the angel and the devil.
An echo of who I remember me being,
I'm a trusting fool
As you change the subject,
And avoid my eyes.
Will I be a future guilt on your list?
Looking into an empty glass; I wonder,
Do I have anything to admit?
I meant every single 'I love you.'
--But I don't think you did.
Erased.With no foot in the present,Erased.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find the old photographs I possess
No longer match the landscape;
(I don't even remember when this happened)
Part of me feels somehow erased.
Everything re-ordered with every year I add,
My life unravels with the ticking of the clock.
In what seems to be an eye-blink,
The places I remember changed--
Trees of my childhood felled,
Halls of my education renamed,
Streets and roads re-routed completely,
Shops I visited just blind boarded fronts,
Or another familiar face gone forever
Ten-thousand-nine-hundred and fifty days--
No - even more than that and still counting.
I close my eyes and my mind fights in vain
To put everything back how it was.
I hold a million half-faded memories,
That I must accept more and more
Are now simply just that.
ReflectionsFor centuries we lay together;Reflections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Past upon layered past.
But, fates are cruel in the present,
Cleaving we two apart instead of together.
I look at my own face in polished surfaces--
Hoping to see your eyes reflected somehow in mine,
Maybe you hope to see mine in yours?
As our bodies and hands were once so very close
I think on how our hearts and souls still are;
Still so inexplicably tangled together--
And they always will be.
No matter the distance to overcome.
Improvement of aim...You asked me a question,Improvement of aim...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That made me raise a brow
At your flippant arrogance,
And assumption that once tried
Every one wants another taste;
And will come back for more
If it suits you to offer it them.
"So you must at least miss me,
Since we parted our ways -
Admit it ! You miss me don't you?"
Perhaps, I think once I might have,
But most certainly not now.
- Now I reply dryly, caustically,
Without the hint of a smile
In words that caught you off guard.
"Give me a shotgun - and then,
I'll demonstrate exactly how much
My aim has improved."
ForestryYour frail twig-like frameForestry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And befuddled mind at peace;
Committed to already hazy memory--
A kindness in the saddening loss
Of another fragment of a generation,
And another branch hewn away
From the living family tree.
Paper PoppiesChildren’s fingers shed copper coinsPaper Poppies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exchanged for red paper poppies
Not fully understanding the symbol
Or the sacrifices made by millions.
Don't ask why...The more you have to ask;Don't ask why...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The more I will hide things away.
If you pry and pull and have to ask 'why'
You will never truly understand me--
And will only ever know half my secrets.
I will keep you guessing and searching;
I might lay out all of the keys for you,
But I won't tell you which locks they fit.
If you must look for my love so intently
Then you are not ready to truly have it.
Don't ask why-- just accept it.
Day 9 : Art DiedDeath of an artist;Day 9 : Art Died4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Begins with broken fingers,
Ends with fading sight.
Misguided YouthEach glass was so very tantalising,Misguided Youth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And sparkled with diamonds
- or were they fallen stars?
And liquid fire scorched my throat,
As the memory of old haunts
Followed along behind me.
I saw the shade of my younger self;
There in the smoke and the strobe lights
With her accusing eyes.
Another sip of something like brimstone
And flirtatious angels wildly cavorted
- Were they even really angels ?
Their jubilance more a cold mockery.
The tantalising glasses all tasteless,
I don't want to be sober any more.
I saw the shade of my younger self;
There in the smoke and the strobe lights
Then she turned away.
Feelings not worth saving,
A heart not worth repairing.
So I let her go