Graves of Indians and Mexicans"When in the Cemetery of Indians and Mexicans"
by R. J. Spring
I sat beside Maria Rosa
But it was only her rock.
And above her head was a crown of flowers
And below her a linen frock.
Her skin, I expect, is like a bone
Her yellow broken teeth, a grin.
Her eyes wide open, cheek bones high,
And her soul far from within.
Her long, black wild hair is braided up,
Her toes are curled in her woven feet.
Her hands folded in a grim caress,
Rotting Tehuana, attends the Holy Meet.
The wind blows corn meal scent and sand
Across me as I sit and feel--
Behind me lies an Indian man
Who's body is a leather'd peel.
Whose brow is beaded with cyan,
Whose mouth is tight and wise,
Wrapped in a blanket of his clan--
As dusty as the red sunrise.
Whose eyes are puddles in his head,
Whose feathers point above him,
I wondered at this Native man--
And if Maria loved him.
Perhaps they danced for the rain,
Perhaps they gardened the rose-red,
Perhaps their kin did not accept,
Perhaps that's how they wound up dead.
Nick JonasNick Jonas8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My name is Nick Jonas
I have curly hair
My big brothers say
It's about as soft as a BEAR
I auditioned for "Baby Bottle Pop"
now I Love the candies
I can't have too much
For I have DIABETES
Diabetes could be harmful
and it was to me
I never would've dreampt
it was meant to be
When I first found out
I thought I would die
But my BROTHERS held me and said,
"Hey, it's gonna be alright."
I'm afraid the DEVIL
had to do with this disease
I think he wants me to
bow down on my Knees
I do not swear to the DEVIL
which is very odd
but I feel really good
when I pray to God
I do love to sing
and I love to dance
If someone said I couldn't
I would say, "That's a one- in- a- million- chance."
My oldest brother, Kevin
got me more into music
and now I know a little something
about the acoustic
My older bro
LolitaLolita11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sweet dreamer take a kiss
White roses with bloody tips
Hugged to your hips
Wrap yourself in coil
Lather and soak
Slither and stab
Circles in your eyes
She hides her feelings behind
Black lace and red lipstick
Clothed in a maiden of innocence
White roses cradled in her arms
Lover with a fatal heart
Took a leftover and created something new
Heartache for treasure
It isn't funny anymore
Sleep with a cross at your chest
Scare away the monsters you hate
With a misunderstood heart
Nobody ever knew
Her name was Lolita
She touched with white roses
Hiding her feelings behind broken glass
And rambling about the times
Life has made her the mistake
Things Will Get BetterThings will get better, this much I can tell.Things Will Get Better2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My soul has been slashed, I'm just an empty shell.
You still need hope though, because you see
The ones that give me hope stand right in front of me.
Have They Forgotten?Have they forgotten how I started?Have They Forgotten?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Choosing the words for wisdom imparted.
I just tried to help, you see,
But I fear that I am losing me.
It's just a silly thing,
Not really worth mentioning,
But I will say it anyway,
If only to get it out of the way.
I wish someone ask of me
To write them some sort of poetry.
That's where I started, don't you know?
But I fear that is melting away like winter snow.
I just want someone to prove to me
My poetry is in their memory.
Midnight ScreamI hear Song For the Broken.Midnight Scream2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside, my heart's awoken.
Even as the lonely ones are spurned,
Many victims end up burned.
Forced to watch as loved ones die.
They leave not with a shriek, but with a sigh.
My poetry may not make sense,
But insanity is my penance.
Sometimes life's so dark I want to scream.
Is it all really just a dream?
Christmas Request From Arcticcloud: Jesus' LoveJesus' loveChristmas Request From Arcticcloud: Jesus' Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Belongs to us all.
It comes from above
And with it we cannot fall.
We're all sinners,
We certainly aren't saints,
But we're all winners
In the picture He paints.
Jesus loves you and me,
And though you may not think this is true,
He will love us all eternally,
So I say 'Merry Christmas' to you.
Request From Articcloud: RainbowsWatching rainbows as the day fades away.Request From Articcloud: Rainbows2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soon the stars will come out to play.
It may have been a rainy day,
But that doesn't matter anyway.
All that matters is God's light.
Try to do good in His sight.
None of us will have to fight.
Living in peace would be a delight.
Cicero Tribute: A Kiss, Sweet MotherA kiss, sweet motherCicero Tribute: A Kiss, Sweet Mother3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Could I obtain
The touch from you
For which I strain
For to hear your voice
As soft as rain
Would give new life
Like planted grain
A kiss, sweet mother
Would be so kind
For I fear I'm running
Out of time
To feel your words
Inside my mind
And know that I'm
Not left behind
A kiss, sweet mother
To end this pain
Lest the silence
Drives me insane
The Ultimate Utau reclist PLEASE READThe Ultimate Utau reclist5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-PLEASE NOTE THAT ALTHOUGH THERE ARE SINGLE VCV RECORDINGS ON THIS LIST
THEY ARE NOT A PROPER SUBSTITUTE FOR AN ACTUAL VCV RECLIST IF YOU WISH TO RECORD A VCV VOICEBANK
I RECOMEND THAT YOU USE AN ALREADY ESTABLISHED LIST AS IT IS BOUND TO BE MORE USEFUL THAN THIS LIST COULD BE IN THAT ASPECT
PLEASE DO LOOK AT RITSU'S 7-MORA LIST OR LOKE'S 5-MORA AS AN EXAMPLE
THIS LIST NEEDS TO BE UPGRADED TO PROPER VCV STANDARDS AND SHOULD NOT BE THE MAIN USE FOR A VCV VOICE I AM SORRY FOR ANY TROUBLE THIS MAY HAVE CAUSED-
-SHORTENED VERSION HAS BEEN MADE AND ADDED TO THE DESCRIPTION IF YOU ARE NEW TO UTAU I SUGGEST USING THAT FIRST
-THE LIST HAS BEEN UPDATED TO SUPPORT SINGLE VCV RECORDINGS NOT STRINGS HOPE IT HELPS ^_^;-
- single recordings -
a e i o u n
f l m p q rr s v w z
- CV recordings -
ba be bi bo bu
da de di do du
fa fe fi fo fu
ga ge gi go gu
ha he hi ho hu
ja je ji jo ju
ka ke ki ko ku
la le li lo lu
ma me mi mo mu
na ne ni no nu
Request From MadeWithLove8: NightfallThe stars shine so brightRequest From MadeWithLove8: Nightfall2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the absence of the sun's ray,
In the pitch black night
That is the death of day.
It brings relief from day's shattered dreams
And all that I can say,
As stars split the blackness at the seams
This is death of day.
The clouds roll around the rising moon
As the blue sky fades to gray,
We all shall find peace very soon.
Nightfall is the death of day
Christmas Request From GamerPrincess42:ImaginationImagination may bring fear,Christmas Request From GamerPrincess42:Imagination2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And, at times, more than one tear,
But before the end of this year
Remember why it's here.
It helps you keep your hopes very near.
It helps you see your dreams as clear
As I see this hope, which I'll state here:
For the world to be in peace and in good cheer.
Losing MyselfLosing myselfLosing Myself2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in failing health.
I try not to drown,
But just have the urge to frown.
How I started on this site,
Was writing poetry, what felt right.
Now I fear that that is lost
I've changed so much, but at what cost?
CharmedDestiny found in a shadowed bookCharmed8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Powers from which three sisters took
One sees visions in her mind
One freezes objects in space and time
One moves objects with her will
Powers for which evil will kill
A handy man with angelic wings
Protecting witches from evil things
A detective to protect and serve
A demon with human nerve
Detective lost in loop of time
A sister passing to the other side
A sister found that was unknown
A mothers affair is truthfully shown
A future son come to the past
To change the future, and change it fast
To fix his brothers evil deeds
And to sow his future seeds
A protégé to fight and teach
For a normal life they wish to reach
Sisters against sisters, driven to harm
So that they may be forever .
If I died, would anybody care?If I died, would anybody care?If I died, would anybody care?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Does anyone even know I'm there?
Why is it that it's so hard to see
What's sitting there in front of me?
I'm not going to commit suicide,
But sometimes I feel dead inside.
I'm not saying you have to like my every verse,
But sometimes saying nothing hurts even worse.
The Craven: A Parody of PoeOnce upon a court inquiry, while my witness plead sincerely,The Craven: A Parody of Poe5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over whether or not he witnessed a murder on a mansion floor,
While I prodded, nearly smacking, suddenly there came a cracking,
As of someone's neck snapping, snapping behind the courtroom door.
"Tis some murderer," I muttered, "whacking behind the courtroom door.
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, we linked the oft dismembered mobsters of a chic September,
Yes, the mob's each dying member spilt their guts upon the floor.
Eagerly I swished espresso on the morn I named the torso,
She who until late fought escrow, clauses, deeds, and more.
A wry and wise defense attorney whose office door had read 'Dior.'
Jobless here for evermore.
And the sulking, sad and witless weeping from each extra witness,
Chilled, fulfilled me, raging 'tween the jury's and the judge's snores.
Yet now to hush my unbelieving mind, standing there conceiving:
"Tis some nameless witless witness bleeding 'hind the courtroom door,
Some late nameless witless witn
Request From ManicOkami: BloodI see it in my dreamsRequest From ManicOkami: Blood2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I hear glorious screams
As it pours in gushing streams,
I see a ruby's gleams.
I long to hear the sound
As the bodies hit the ground,
Because then I will see
Life fading before me.
In the ground, there soaks the blood,
And it merges into mud.
Awww, there's no more blood to spill,
Guess it's time for another KILL!
The Fate of FenrirChild of Loki, giant's spawn,The Fate of Fenrir12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Odin's doom in wolfish form.
Evil-born or betrayal turned?
By the Gods and people spurned.
Judged, tried, convicted through their fear,
of the threat you might be some future year,
They chose to bind you strong and fast,
though they knew it could not last.
They told you it was just a game,
something to test and prove your name,
they'd tie you up in every fetter,
but none could hold you any better,
Like silken threads you snapped each one,
steel and stone were soon undone,
finally they brought a ribbon, frail and thin,
yet some dwarfish magic sparked deep within.
Your suspicion roused, you tried to refuse,
they taunted you, "Afraid you'll lose?"
Angry, yet sly, you gave your permission,
on one firm, final, bloody condition.
One of the Gods, to prove it's in fun,
must place in your jaws, from wrist to thumb,
their own precious hand to prove it a jest,
before you'll fulfil this final test.
Without hesitation, Tyr volunteered,
the God of War seemed not a'feare
What I AmA story of an entire life.What I Am7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I Am Child, I Am Man. written in a hand that can.
I Am Love, I Am Hate. spoken words on writtens cave
I Am Fearless, I Am Fear. the light of life casts a shadow.
I Am Many, I Am None. on my first birthday I was One.
I Am Telling, I Am Known.
i am selling the peoples clone.
I Am Teachers, I Am Legion = one in six makes six one, divide to mulitply and change the sum.
I Am Student
I Am Hear: "r, a". eHm! AI|
|Written in BLOOD deep beneath the skin tells me I believe in sin.
I Am Lost.
Kabuto :poem:I am the Lurker, the silent ghost.Kabuto :poem:9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seen by some, misjudged by most.
But if you look too long at me,
You'll see things you shouldn't see.
My true ambition is unknown
My true feelings seldom shown.
And little do you realize
What lurks behind these glass rimmed eyes.
A dangerous person indeed am I
Living a life that's just a lie.
Wanted for talent, but not for me
Holding secrets that none may see.
I bide my time, I play the games
While darker blood runs through my veins
I wait the day that I can show
The demon that is Kabuto.
The Boy In The ClassThe boy in the class who sits aloneThe Boy In The Class11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nobody can hear his hearts moan
They don't understand him and never will try
So every day he slowly dies
If they could feel what he feels inside
Would they be able to pass him by?
But they'll never understand and never care
They'll just pass and leave him there
He's never let anyone know the real him
He's afraid to be rejected by someone he lets in
What would they do if they were told?
They'd prate and stare and leave him cold
So he sits alone and nobody sees
Inside his mind he's never at ease
All he needs is a single friend
But that's a wish that won't seem to end
They can't espy that he's just afraid
And don't recognize he didn't choose it that way
His fear follows him like an incoming tide
He can't hide from that fear as it's justified
He can bearly dream of an happy end
Because he was born with a single burden
He can't talk to the girls in his class
He's tried for years but it never will pass
It's always been this way and he can't change
To My Dearest Peter PanDear Peter,To My Dearest Peter Pan12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take me away.
take me so very far away,
to your never neverland,
so that i will never ever have to grow up.
My Dearest Peter Pan,
let me kiss the stars with you.
Let me kiss your rosy lips,
and let the stars witness my devotion
to the never-ending love
of my childhood.
My Dearest Peter,
i'm still waiting for you
to come through my window,
just as you did when i was a young babe.
Dear Mr. Pan,
i've waited and waited,
and i watch my window every night
just in hopes
that i'll see your mischevious shadow
lurking in on me,
as he did in those long ago days.
To My Dearest Mr. Peter Pan,
I don't think you're coming.
I've started to give up all hope
of ever seeing you again.
Never again will I be able to
caress your hand or kiss your soft lips.
I suppose this is where I say,
growing up can't be all bad.
I wish i could,
but i can't without lying to you.
This is addressed to a Mr. Peter Pan,
in hopes that someday,
he will come and sweep me off my feet.
I suppose that will only
Cicero Tribute: Madness is MerryMadness is merryCicero Tribute: Madness is Merry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The merry man's fight
To hold on to sanity
Lost in the night
The silence so empty
Held smothering tight
Even blind eyes could see
There's no end in sight
His family gone
When things had felt right
Hunted and burned
In flames so bright
Their acceptance a memory
Seeming so faint
When consumed by the jester
Who's laughter did taint
No one to hold him
No one who speaks
No one to tell him
The words that he seeks
Praying for a whisper
To end his heart's strife
The echoing laughter
Creeps into his life
For My FriendI'm sorry that you've had it rough.For My Friend2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know sometimes that life gets tough.
I know that you will someday see
How life is cruel to you and me.
But, my dear friend, please don't be sad.
Life won't always be so bad.
You're there for me and I'm there for you.
Together we can make it through.
Turning Death - shadowpuppet13Turning Death - shadowpuppet1311 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Boot prints on the cold stone ground
Silent night, no one around
Cautious fingers, clutching wood
Wary eyes beneath his hood
Cobwebs twining cross the walls
His footsteps echo down the halls
Dark breeze snakes by, oh so discreet
His trenchcoat ruffles round his feet
He comes across an open door
The room that he's been searching for
In the doorway there he firmly stands
White knuckles gripping stake in hand
Fire crackles, words of sin
Tall shadow figures loom within
He shifts his stance from where he hides
Hands check the weapons at his sides
His heart beats fast, not much time left
He palms the stake, his actions deft
Catching their words from on the air
Thankful, they still don't know he's there
A tink of goblets, wine? Champaign?
He's guessing something less humane…
Three different voices, he confers
The woman's there…does he recognize hers?
The lady laughs, so far from sweet
One of the men gets to his feet
In soundless moves, walks to the door
His footsteps barely touch the floor