Near the houseMemories. Near the house underneath the skyNear the house9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Riot amongst stars, the mirrored clouds of Jupiter
With different faces only to be seen at night
Not to be understood, never to be forgotten.
Combine two worlds with all the heavens might
Dilute the lives of peasants, kings and queens
Romeo and Juliet have not survived one dark blue night
Yet covered a bloodied morning in mourning black
Dragonflies. Near the house across the mountains
Dive in volcanoes, swim along a comet's path
Drown in her mind, evaporate into the night
And rain on arid ground to break a sad routine
Build a church on the trusty rock she is
Then pray for her, Venus, to be forever loved
Take a rusty sword at hand and meet the night
Unworthy of a single kiss, life's value seems bargain
Near my deathbed where I lay this scene, far-off my queen
Where my rock collapsed and sank below my galaxy
Two worlds flew off, two dragonflies into the night
Memories and near the house a rusty sword in arid ground
Sonnet VI - We Speak LoveSonnet VI - We Speak Love9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forever limited be infinity
As words draw boundaries to limit sanity
And thus be it impossible to express
To put feelings deeply nourished in inks dress
Forever bound to be where life leads one to
Sworn upon the heavens loyalty to you
Without reason an odd, sudden compassion
For never has one felt such strong a passion
Know thus all be said with not a single word
And eyes, and soft hearts, and galaxies cross
And man-made words be not anymore of grief
Know this all be said with not a letter heard
Love defined in eyes, a kiss, to words a loss
And the thought of nature left in disbelieve
: Beached :We can always learn from our nine year old selves the values that we need most today, but tend to lose sight of.: Beached :8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Today I'm at the beach, enjoying the sun, my coca-cola, and my new styling sunglasses I just got from the dollar store. However, mommy looks over with a serious look on her face that can only mean two things: I did something bad and must go to my room or it's time to enact "Mission Comb the Beach". My mommy calls me over on my walkie talkie and I hurry over putting on my siren so that any body in the way of this emergency can quickly jump out of the way. As I approach my mommy, she smiles down at me and tells me the details of my mission.
My neighbors back home in Greensboro, two houses down with the big climbing tree, are on the beach. The mission is to go meet with this group of civilians and fill them in on the location of home base. Mission Status: Incomplete at 1300 hours.
So, now I gather up my crew to bring on this trying journey. I only need one person, and fo
untitled 01.19.06multicolored butterflies, velveteen wings tickling my arms, tremble with the racing beats of their microscopic hearts. a gust blows my hair across my face, and by the time i've brushed it away, the butterflies have disappeared. now my arm itches where i remember them, and i squint my eyes and peer at the flat, white sky, wondering when the gradient will carry us together toward black where we will at last be able to rest our weary bodies. i can see my eyelashes as a silhouette.untitled 01.19.068 years ago in General More Like This
Over the OverdoseOver the Overdose9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the Overdose
He always had the best temper
They would always say
He'd just keep it bottled inside
And went along his way
They may be glaring at each other
But he'd always be the first to cool
And his skilful faux nonchalance
Did everybody fool
While they'd be screaming and crying aloud
He'd be thinking to himself
Inward searching, inward thinking
Pondering his mental health
With all the insults flying to and fro
He'd always be last to cry
There's no problem, nothing at all
But what's festering inside
He'd turn the pain up and down
Inside as they wonder at his silence
But no one could tell his secret
Or of his actions make any sense
And as they screamed and cried around him
He'd slip off on his own
And as they seethed with anger tepid
He'd be cracking up alone
Little bursts of anger, crying all of a sudden
Nothing much, he was bound to crack
But they'd never know what he was doing to himself
Sitting way out back
Now and then they'd take a shot or two
Aiming at his cool
But he'd nev
Little Black DressI saw a girl walking today.Little Black Dress6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In a little black dress that flapped and twirled in the twists of rain she walked. She had heavy blonde hair blowing in eddies of air and water and chill, heavy heavy hair that hung over her face, hiding her from the world. But as I watched her she looked up, straight at me.
And past the black make-up surrounding the shadowed eyes, past the painted mouth and curtains of hair, I saw her eyes; red from tears, clear and deep and fresh green, flecked with sun and cloud and shadow.
Then she looked down.
She trailed one toe through the swirling rainwater in the gutter where she stood, shoulders bowed under whatever great weight caused her to go walking on a dreary, rainy day in December. Whatever great weight that rimmed her eyes with tears that glittered like dew under a spring sun.
My car drew closer.
Her hand was rubbing the inside of her arm, tracing a pattern up and down, up and down, up and down up and down the veins hidden behind a thin veil of scarred
Murder of Lust, Death of LoveIf I see you tomorrow,Murder of Lust, Death of Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you remember me?
Remember the game?
Remember the words said,
In the brief moment of passion.
Or am I just another face?
Another notch in the belt.
Another boy left alone,
After falling for your touch.
After you, the locks to my heart
Can't seem to close properly.
Break in with just a sweet word,
And rape me from within.
Just tell me you need me.
If you saw me tomorrow,
Would you stop and smile?
Would you walk by in a whisper?
Or would you touch me,
In the ways only you posses.
Is this love or lust?
If I bared myself to you,
Would you kiss me or kill me?
Either way I would smile,
And want to be near you, with you…
As you take the gun from my hands,
Kiss the tip; hold it against my chest,
And tell me you hate me one more time.
I only close my eyes and wait for you to
Fuck me one more time, you've won.
Pull the trigger with love, we're done.
untitleduntitled9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is a portrait
faded and tattered around
the burning edges
a portrait of no one
you really know
and everyone at once
that holds a place in your heart
a snapshot of a moment
that we've all already forgotten
distant eyes hold nothing
whispering of days long since gone
dismembered thoughts leak out
from the forced smile that
I always seem to wear in front of the lens
emotions strong carved into my skin
rebellious hair planted on my skull
evil cruel loving thoughts linger within
wanna be, not quite making it, clothes
hang on my skin
cancerous well being burning
from within my lungs
and magic unheard of flowing
from my finger tips
but when I hold it up all I see
is a boy who can't seem to grow up
he pretends to know it all
to have all the answers and truths
and feeds them out with a grin
all I see is a boy who's lost
not the friend you see
not the man he wishes to be
not the child hidden within
just someone looking for something
but can't find it on sale
this is a portrait
of myself at
Where I FellWhere I Fell9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Where did I go so wrong?
Where did I fall from this saving grace?
When did the world turn its back on me?
When did I become so unloved?
Blocking it outBlocking it out9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blocking it out,
Her headphones on,
Ignoring the world around her,
Unappreciative of its beauty.
Looking out the window,
but seeing nothing.
Listening to the beat
that drowns out all sound.
Hiding from her life.
RainRain –Rain9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whole world is weeping,
They block out her tears;
Building their homes
to keep out the rain.
I can not hear;
I am deaf to her cries.
I watch through the window.
I am not blind.
To a Mother...A day out of schoolTo a Mother...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and you've passed the baton
and now, for the summer
Your housework is done.
Instead of my homework
I'm doing your chores;
I'm pushing the vacuum
I'm cleaning out drawers.
You hand me a list at the start of the day:
"Do this and do this" and I'm doing them still;
I'm doing your job
as you watch Dr. Phil.
Stars in the HeavensStars in the Heavens9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In open fields of wild flowers,
She breaths the air and flies away
Im thinking of her for
The daises and the roses in no simple language
Some day she'll understand. The meaning of it all,
You're more than laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat or song on your lips,
Someday you'll trust me and learn how to see me.
Some day I'll call you and you will come running
Fall in my arms, the tears will fall down and you'll cry
I want to fall in love with you. I want to fall in love with you.
I want to fall in love with you. I want to fall in love with you.
Sitting silent wearing your best,
My voise echoes through the walls
A great love a fiar through it
Calls to the people who stare into nowhere
And can't feel the chains on there souls.
It seems to easy to call you "Baby"
Not close enough to call us "Married"
So as I sit and think of
Words I can mention to show my devotion.
I die with HimI die with Him9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The soft soap foam overlaps
I sputter and sink
the water where I am beckoned
to momentarily retire
beside this harsh cement surrounding.
my eyes (-( f l u t t e r )-) open,
and above is distorted with the waves
of an exhaling diaphragm.
an evasive oxygen bubble
like an angelic tear,
where all his brethren
I won't see him anymore.
Alam Al Khayal Pt.1 StabilityCalligraphy on the wallsAlam Al Khayal Pt.1 Stability6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Watching us take the fall again
Symmetry in the eyes
Of our lord and saviour, master, creator,
Chimera reigns, start the games, Reality's bane
And everyone tries to reach the pyre
To stake the chained, unfaithful liar
But why so quick to assume?
Why so quick to conclude?
Sanskrit letters, never felt better
Prophetic visions, blood-clot, incisions
Systematic pathogens numb and blind a passive nation
But when it's time to clean the stye,
They turn and say good-fucking bye.
Innocence a fragile thing, civility a fallen art
Everyone loads and shoots the dart
Piercing skin, scorching bone, poison seeps
They die at home
Slipknot, noose, around your neck
Rabid creatures escape, unchecked
Fly away sad little bird
Go die somewhere you can't be heard.
And everyone climbs to breach the tower
To rape the fool, drawn by the slaughter
But why so quick to consume?
Why so sick of the truth?
Icarus FlightIcarus Flight</b>Icarus Flight9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wings came together
Wax to feathers – one by one,
Like the strands of a promise
The covenant of freedom, an escape
In which the whole world shrank
To surround us, but we were invisible
Except to our own eyes, this would become
A tsunami in an afternoon swimming pool,
Momentous in the space of one sole moment.
And then the heavy liberty,
Strapped to our shoulders, suspending
The burden of fear for something altogether
More exhilarating, thumping in our veins
A poisoned pleasure that beat like
My feet on the steps up the cliff, my heart
rang a resonating rhythm:
My foot left the cliff, when I was
FeelWe walked, like a dreamFeel9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Moving through the night,
disappearing into the day.
There were times when I wanted to cry,
Blotting away the rose-tint rays of hope
That made the dust dance in my line of sight.
We were watching the time pass,
Selecting, stretching out minutes,
Willing them to last.
Laughter that tumbled out hung in the air
Trying to coat us with its glory,
a mosaic of a story of success.
We stopped, to let ourselves be swallowed
By the yawn of life rousing,
All around us.
The thunderstorms that surged in your eyes
Stuck out a gradual finger of electro-light
To strike me, right square in the chest.
We were heightened,
Sensing the dehydration, discontent
alongside the humidity and heat.
Tasting, testing, turning over them
With our tongues, found the taste of rain,
Of yearning, desire lacking satisfaction.
We became, for a moment
I tried to hold the fear that pushed
and tugged at my heart, threatening
To make me flint. If only
I could enclose you in the heart of a flower,
Heritageyou hang your heritage around your neckHeritage8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tucked between your collarbone
to catch the vibrations of your throat
to study and interpret
until you know the secrets of its cadence
laying at your side
my blood runs weak
worn weary by foreign filters
my past pillaged and raped
as it is pulled from my veins
you hold me close
wrapping me in the language of your heart
a tongue I can't discern
so I lay in silence
letting the vibrations wash over me
as I lay white tipped hand
on tan chest
Twilight Flightcrows swim inTwilight Flight8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the brownian motion of life whirling
like leaves caught in stray breeze
flung from fractaled limbs
naked tips dusted
with infinity caught in feathers
shapeless silhouettes settle
against the melting blue
claws pull the night
tangling it with branches
dropping knots of darkness
on the cold roots below
touch-up the painttouch-up the paint9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drive deserted streets, not a lonely soul in sight.
Follow the headlights; they touch the fog that layers the night.
Sing along softly with the radio.
Roll down the window and wave goodbye to the way it used to be.
Cause from here on out, nothing will ever be the same.
Everything is different now.
My hand holds the brush that will repaint this picture.
I've run from the memories.
But tonight they've caught up with me.
I've run for the last time.
The images are bittersweet.
They float out of my head and fade away on the cool breeze.
Today I laughed until I cried and the smile reached my eyes.
It's been a long time.
You're beautiful, so wonderful for caring.
Hope shimmers on my skin like stardust.
Thirty degrees and the air is frigid.
But there is underlying warmth that whispers of new beginnings.
missing stickersYou are my ancient rubix cubemissing stickers7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every twist of the wrist revealing
A new side of your
As stickers peel off
From many years of use
I see more of the frigid
Plastic hidden beneath
You frustrate me
Constantly changing face
Infinite turns but
Your sides never match
I place you, forgotten
In a corner of my closet
Only seen again
At Spring's first garage sale
I'll make a quick buck
Selling you to
Moon DollIs this the doll.Moon Doll7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pale blue eyes stare back at me
Like an icy full moon.
She is frail.
She is beautiful, angelic.
Her heart is solid & secure.
Rainbow stripes crawl up her legs.
Painted she is whole.
She will not singe.
She will not crumble.
She has tasted the fires of hell.
She has touched the lips of heaven.
All that could have beenAll that could have been, and all that never will be,All that could have been6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lie dormant in my mind, forcing me to know,
day after shining day, just what I could have had,
and just what I left behind. And all that could have
been, and all that never was, I lay down my head,
and remember why I stay. I stay because I need to,
and don't know the reason why, and I try not to think
of all that could have been. If I could change what
I have, I don't know what I'd do, as if I did, I'd never have
met you. It is a pensive moment, when I am forced to see,
all I could have had, and all I'll never be.
.lisa.east, west.lisa.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it makes no difference
in the middle of a dream
going no where
imaginary friends fly beside me
characters flood my reality
not wanting you to feel me
never showing what might be real..
might be fake..
no need to speak, ever.
melts into me
stab me from inside
my eyes trick me
i'm not stoned enough to write
words fall out of my pen
its hard to belive
how easy i am lonely as i am
lovely as i am
sitting in a tree
sound, words and notes coming from nowhere
will love fill her
or will it just fall out into the dirt