FireFire4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's a fever inside me
Boiling to the top
You stole my key to my heart
And I'm going to make you stop
Secrets unfold, oh a tangled web you wove
But all that's told, this is the road you chose
I thought you were the one for me
I gave you everything
You had my heart inside of your hands
And you squeezed it until there was nothing left
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
Because I have control over ever part of you
The tears of my love blew away as dust
Now I can see you whose heart is the darkest
Stupid love games, I got my lesson learned
The words of your lies were kerosene to my fire
And when you play with matches
You are going to get burned
Two Ways of LifeYoull live your life runningTwo Ways of Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Said the mouse to his children.
For many a lifes lived
In ending our own.
With mouths full of thunder
And paws that grow thorns,
Never, no never
Will they leave us alone.
Youll live your life running
Said the cat to her children.
Our prey dont just sprout up
And drop at our feet.
In scent or in sound
The best are betrayed.
If we dont out-pace them
There is no hope or meat.
With one mornings hunger
The mouse left his children.
While four kittens waited
For their mothers return.
The young mice stayed lonely,
And the kittens weren't hungry.
In life and in death
Did the two families learn.
02.08.11Somebody mentioned to me that we live our lives standing at the edge of a great precipice, always trying not to fall.02.08.114 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We live our lives falling, trying not to hit the bottom.
01.12.11I used to think that the world was a good place. I started watching the news, reading the paper, and surfing the web.01.12.114 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The world isn't a good place.
It's a horrible place with good bits sprinkled here and there.
The problem is: I've never bought a donut for the sprinkles.
Rumination of NighttodayRumination of Night4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dog froze to death
on the street in front of my house
in the ice and winter snow
as life left it behind
it pissed itself
a drowning pool of urine melting the earth
revealing the blacktop around the mutt
as the steam rose
i looked into the eyes of the beast
and i couldnt tell if it was in heaven
The TowerTigers spirallingThe Tower4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to concrete indents,
roaring in foresight
Of broken pavements.
Twisting papers are
scattered above me.
are whistled shrilly.
Kettle prayers boiling
in wind-whipped foam,
frothing from meteors
mouthing for home.
To the News:
ants drift like drops
To metropolis, where they
vanish from view.
A woman shatters
the glass ceiling, but
I am halfway up heavy stairs.
Brittle on the quaking
The world is leaning
to watch office chairs
Be thrown through windows.
The FBI will crawl
crushed faces, until
Buy postcards from a coloured stall
and feel a trembling of power passed
from father to son, some hatred lost,
to an unhearing and empty sky.
Then you may go on a kneejerk crusade
To show off some Christian heart.
Come on Jesus,
I can smell the oil.
We'll blow their kids apart.
The weather is inclement
and marred by debris.
Our inferno dispenses
a briefcase shower.
This one's for you George.
I am still here.
With my long h
tracetrace the lines among the shadowstrace5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
find the path so quickly lost
shattered glass in tinted windows
icy spikes in early frost
trace the knife of indecision
sliced apart and trapped betwixt
hesitant before incision
picture of the nondescript
see the colors mixed together
blood and water mingled down
tangled bundles crudely severed
threads a pain to single out
see the failure so unsightly
mocking all attempt to heal
neon letters burning brightly
blinded by the shame we feel
More Than That."Aragorn!" Legolas cried out, pushing the dark-haired man off him. "We can't!"More Than That.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Aragorn stared into the pale blue eyes of his best friend. "Why?"
The ranger muffled Legolas with a kiss. "Amin mela lle."
Legolas sighed. "Lle vesta?"
Aragorn nodded and leaned down to kiss the elf again. This time Legolas didn't resist, he melted into Aragorn's gentle touches. Aragorn slid his hands underneath Legolas' tunic and pulled it off over his head. He ran his rough hands down his lover's pale chest and then tugged off his pants.
Legolas took hold of Aragorn's shirt and removed it, then hugged him. "How are we going to keep doing this?" he asked quietly. "One of them is going to wake one night and see us."
"Umma dela," Aragorn answered. "I think they could figure out before, anyhow."
Legolas laid back on the blanket once again and let Aragorn smother him with soft kisses.
"Quel amrun," Aragorn greeted Legolas after he saw the elf flutter his eyes open. "Did you sleep well?" He gently p
Winter Formal AffairIn a room of strangersWinter Formal Affair4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found her alone,
Standing in shadow,
Naked save for a cigarette.
She turned to me,
Eyes aglow with the ember,
And asked for a light.
I told her...
I told her that her flame was already lit,
That I was watching her burn out brightly.
In return she smiles coyly,
Beckoning me closer with a skeleton gaze.
Through my penguin attire I felt her flesh,
Through my mouth I felt her soul.
Like I a dream she was gone.
I opened my eyes and exhaled her smoke.
It wafted through the air
Before vanishing like a thought,
And all that remained
In the place where she once stood
Was a spark.
Death of an AntSometimes I wonder while squishing an antDeath of an Ant4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If maybe I just killed the insect Rembrandt.
Or maybe a Mozart or Gandhi or Bell--
If he was special, how could I tell?
What if, in my moment of deepest frustration,
I wrecked the future of bug civilization?
What if every one of those spiders I've killed
Caused the words of a prophet to remain unfulfilled?
Or those beetles I drowned in the asparagus bed--
Who cares for the family when the parents are dead?
But then a mosquito leaves an itchy red welt,
And I'm no longer sorry for the death that I've dealt.
9 Countenances for the Curious1.9 Countenances for the Curious5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My limbs have become instruments,
but, unlike the piano of your memories,
I am still not anyone's to play.
I think I am finite,
that the limits of me are dictated
by flesh and numbers
on an inverted scale
but the dog on my lap
doesn't care what I weigh;
she wants only
to love me and be loved.
the pain that anchors you
strains your back,
the ship of your life
is hamstrung upon a reef
and you think you are watching
a dolphin at play
but siren songs deceive you.
my ship sank beneath the waters
years ago, this bubble of life
sustains me even as i drown:
there are storms in the depths
of me, and you see only
the ocean's calm.
At 7, I swallowed stories
like candy; didn't understand
that too much leaves you bloated.
At 17, I breakfasted on books
like pancakes; too caught up
to tell (some things should be special).
At 27, I feasted on fiction
like home-cooked meals; didn't know
some of it could poison you.
At 37, I hope I will be picking
at poetry; letting the flavours
of the words
i.i ami.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on its side.
the extra stripe
of the rainbow.
you don't send.
the sour taste buds
on your tongue.
for one life.
and one teardrop.
technology in your room.
i take my breaths from newborn babies.
i sleep on speeding trucks.
i drink the blood of shadowed gamblers
who owe you twenty bucks.
i eat the fallen eyelashes on your face
so your wishes don't come true.
i take shelter between your huddled bodies
so she won't feel close to you.
i am doubt.
For The Untapped WorthyYou think you're useless,For The Untapped Worthy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a burnt-black saucepan.
You think you're nothing, now,
but we'll drill some holes
through the rust--
we'll plant tall strands
of sunflowers & vetch,
and watch them bloom.
Skin of Saltiest TasteIn the blink of an eye,Skin of Saltiest Taste4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we all start to die;
wilting like a black rose tossed in the saltiest sea.
a bird will caw,
mourning it all,
while we all start to drown in an airplane's wreckage buried in the sea.
Don't you forget me,
and all these things that I've done.
They've not all been pretty,
but I don't regret a single one.
DawnIn those fickle hours of the morningDawn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before the run has even risen,
and before the world truly begins to wake up
that is when the magic happens.
Each new dawn brings new life
the brand new start of a new day.
Life is such a fickle thing
that can end in an instant.
Yet in those early hours of the morning
when a new life had yet to begin
we see the true rise of people
as they begin what they believe is just a new day.
For in those early hours of the morning
we see the new chance to become and create
the life that has gone through each and every morning.
So while many sleep
through the early morning dawn
they miss the sleeping life begin to awake
and the new chance at life to have its day.
Shades ChangingIn the light of the fire,Shades Changing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to see your eyes reflecting,
pale embers in the cold night.
We listen to the waters lap at the shore,
tearing it down,
the perfect metaphor for you and I.
Remember when we slept here?
We would watch the ships come
in the cold grey of the morning;
waiting for the sky to ignite.
Waiting for the world to die.
you exist in my memory,
and in the arms of your beau.
You lay somewhere far from here,
too far for me to let go.
As the shades of grey blossomed
into vibrant worlds of red and orange
I whispered to you that you were my only one,
and I meant it,
every time I meant it.
It's only you,
or it was...
Times change as people surely change,
and emotions run as dry as desert rivers.
I'm tired of fighting the shadows at night,
screaming at them to stop haunting me.
They almost make me feel as old as I felt when I was young,
young and in love with you.
Here I go,
tossing this note into the ocean,
hoping the sea or the sky will swallow it,
and with it go
Further InsightI spent some time in a bad place;Further Insight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a place where nightmares don't dare tread.
I found the darkest part of my soul
sitting in a corner
beckoning to me.
01.10.11It seems like all my days are exactly the same, and my nights become the same nightmare. It's interesting, because nobody ever tells you these things. No one ever says that when you hit your mid-twenties, life sucks.01.10.114 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You're told all you're life things will be great by now.
The real lesson: don't trust people who tell you what your future will be.
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
When Insults Had ClassWhen Insults Had ClassWhen Insults Had Class5 years ago in Humor More Like This
These glorious insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words.
The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor:
She said, "If you were my husband I'd give you poison."
He said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it."
A member of Parliament to Disraeli: "Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease". "That depends, Sir," said Disraeli, "whether I embrace your policies or your mistress."
"He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." - Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." Clarence Darrow
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."
- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it." - Moses Hadas
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a n
Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
A Poet's FearWhen a poet loses their pen,A Poet's Fear3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
some think them out of their minds:
They become worn and ragged:
They become silent and fearsome.
But when the poet loses their voice,
A poet starves, a poet crumbles...
and it is like the Eiffel tower
comes crashing down;
into a million pieces.