How I was BornTake a muddy handful of dreams
and mold them into bones.
Tie them together with sinews of love
taken from roots underground.
For nerves take fine spider-silk
and lay it with the muscles
which were formed out of tireless hope.
Cover them all with heartwood
letting the inside of trees
be the outside of me.
Robin's eggs make fine eyes
full of hopeful happy light blue skies
And river reeds for tangled hair.
Color my lips with cranberries
And lastly: a breath of poetry
to awaken me and serve as my soul.
Naiad SisterJoin us now, oh daughter fairNaiad Sister4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With pale skin and winter-hair.
Leave the dead-dry land of feet
And come where the water is cool and deep.
We are grasses to your lily-flower
Forever dancing in shady bowers.
Oh, please join us, water-maid!
Exchange a tail for those shaky legs.
Mortals live for but a day
While we have centuries to have our say.
Join us, sweet sister, in the cool of the deep
Where tendrils and serpents in darkness sleep.
Forsake that lover who toils in dirt
His heart will heal and you'll never be hurt.
For should he travel to the pool so sweet
With waters and currents curious and deep
Let you entice him further on down
He's yours forever if you make him drown.
So join us, oh join us, and be not alone!
There is no anguish in the heart of a stone.
Be smooth and lovely as the water-smoothed rocks
And always be steadfast during life's shocks.
Be with us forever, oh sister so fair
With watery skin and wintery hair.
Sweet Selkie, Mischief MermaidMermaids are fickle creatures. It is the result of their long and soulless lives. Because they lack the ability to truly love and care for anyone they continually seek their own selfish entertainment. Often this is at the expense of unfortunate mortals.Sweet Selkie, Mischief Mermaid5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Victor Mandrake had a plan whereby to break from tradition and have happiness with a mermaid. Long happiness, which would last until he died rather than a short happiness which would leave him unbearable sorrow and grief in the end. He had to teach a mermaid how to love.
He knew that success depended on careful steps and observation. Selkies were a good place to start, he figured, since they are aquatic creatures often desired as wives. Even though they tend to love the sea more than their husbands, not all unions were unhappy. Victor was fortunate in that only a few villages over a man had a selkie wife who had recently born him their th
Never Marry a MermaidA mermaid came to the land, as is the custom. She had one month in which to find a man to marry her and vow to love her forever. If she failed, she would die. Near the end of the allotted time, she at last found a wonderful and handsome man who agreed to fulfill her requests; for her story moved him and he was in love with the beauty of the pale sea-maiden.Never Marry a Mermaid5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night of their wedding, the last night in the given month, they walked side by side down the seashore and she wet her feet in the cool water. He on the sand held her hand and gazed at her with eyes filled with love. He pulled her close for a kiss, and almost didn't feel the searing pain as she tore out his heart.
Before he died, blood trickling to the sea, she explained. "I had one month to find a husband who loved me, and to eat his heart. Otherwise I could never return to the sea where I belong, but would be cursed to live as a mortal and someday die. I thank you for the gift. Please don't mind my heartlessness, the sea you kn
In the Chambers of the Sea"We have lingered in the chambers of the seaIn the Chambers of the Sea5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
'Til human voices wake us, and we drown." - t.s eliot
And so we die, as alone as ever was
A death to make even a dead-skull scream
Not for the drowning, but for waking from the dream
And diamonds then become our eyes
and alabaster our reclining bones
forever to sleep, unseeing, upon the cushioning stones
And will we then have another chance?
A chance once more to have our dreams?
Else we sleep and let the sea, be haven to our screams
My Love For YouMy love for you is timeless, like the river flowing free.My Love For You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My love for you is endless, like the vastness of the sea.
My love for you is hope, on my heart you've left your mark.
My love for you is comfort, I will protect you from the dark.
My love for you is beautiful, like the splendour of the swan.
My love for you is pure, with you I can do no wrong.
My love for you is truth in a world that's full of lies.
My love for you will shine, like the stars in the night sky.
My love for you is safety, I'll catch you if you fall.
My love for you completes me you're my everything, my all.
My love for you won't die, and I just want you to see
My love for you will last, as sure as sure can be.
Water LullabyRiver rolling down and deepWater Lullaby3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
water murmurs me to sleep
I'm here at night beside the stream
so hushabye, it's time to dream.
La Llorona stalks the waters
seeking for lost sons and daughters
I'm safe from her, a child no more
but what of the nixie on the shore?
What of the kelpie, cunning and grim?
Is a woman safe from them?
Hushabye, I won't cry
the water is my lullaby
Water, carry them away
I'm a naiad, and I say
for my dreams to pool and pour
me full of power forevermore
River rolling down and deep
water whispers in my sleep
I smile to myself, for few
know that I am dangerous too.
Daddy, Would You Love Me?Daddy, would you love meDaddy, Would You Love Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I didn't follow your rules?
if I did things you didn't like?
if I was with people you disapproved of?
Daddy, would you love me
if I disagreed with what you say?
if I looked for more freedom?
if I said I was tired of being responsible?
Even though I'm adult
Even though I'm tired of perfection
Even though I choose things that will someday hurt,
Even though all that and more,
Daddy, I still love you.
6. evolutionor Dear Darwin6. evolution5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If finches built their nests
in Jesus' chamber
of your heart,
if Eden was just off
the coast of Ecuador
and Hola, Adios meant
God's anger expressed
by renaming you Zacchaeus
when you climbed the Tree of Life,
then dear, Darwin.
This is not a letter home
asking you to reveal your creation dust.
This is not a prayer request,
as we have already evolved on the altar.
All I want to say is
If you've looked
to the Sistine Chapel
trying to convince yourself
that your God was just
a Michelangelo reach away,
if you've put
your eye to the microscope
to watch an embryo
unlike a savior somersault
through its birth's crescent phase,
then dear, Darwin.
I know the world has changed.
I know you stand stiff and marble
like a David,
and you have no room to progress,
no voice to tell them that this is not
about becoming fatherless,
but about accepting the roles
of a lion and a lamb,
Alice in Military-LandChapter 1Alice in Military-Land5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snake Eyes the Dressing Room Ninja.
Sighing, I placed my sketch book down on my bed and stood up groggily. The warm late-night air blew through the open window to my right and warmed my skin as I bent down and picked up my cat Shylo.
"Hey kitty kitty." I smiled. He mewed happily and jumped onto the window sill. I giggled and looked out the window with him.
"What? What is it?" I kissed his head. That's when I saw the headlights pulling into my drive way. The black Hummer's engine cut and a man stepped out. I looked a little closer, and I knew immediately who it was.
"DAD!" I screamed and raced out of my room, Shylo in tow. I ran down the hall, giggling.
"Mum! It's DAD!" I raced down the stairs quickly and brushed my dark brown hair out of my face.
"What?" My Mom stood up off the couch with a shocked expression on her face, knocking our German Shepard, Daisy, out of her beauty nap.
"DAD!" I smiled wide raced to the door with Shylo. I yanked the dark red door open, and ran outsi
I want to say I'm sorryI want to say I'm sorry,I want to say I'm sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a way you'd understand,
for not being who we wanted me to be.
I'm not a falcon or a hawk
to be oohed and aahed over.
Proud, ambitious, high-flying, fierce.
I'm no longer one to come at a call
The sky is not my home
nor raptor's cries the words I speak.
I'm going to the lake for now
with feathers black and white
and a cry of haunting madness.
Someday you'll understand, I hope.
I'm a loon, not a fierce hunter.
Until then, forgive me
that the only way to spread my wings
was to strike you across the face.
MermaidA mermaid once said to me,Mermaid5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, let me drown in the sea.
A life of fear and hatred
Is not one I want to live.
Her fin flapped in the water,
Desperate as she fluttered.
The fear in her blue, blue eyes
Reflected in the moonrise.
The pure pearls in damp hair,
Shone with none of her own fear.
I simply watched as she swam,
Back forth, trapped in the dam.
She didn't see my clear lies,
Her eyes wet with desperate cries,
Nor my greed which came to life
At the sight of her strife.
She begged me for salvation,
From eternal damnation.
I promised her I would help.
It was the only promise I would keep.
A mermaid once said to me,
Please, let me drown in the sea.
Why Writing WinsI may not be wealthy, healthy or wiseWhy Writing Wins4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I certainly lack mysterious eyes
My adventures are found within my books
but friends attend whenever I cook.
I have no great lovers of passion so bold
Fires of romance left me chilly and cold
I'm not a siren or a femme fatale
but with imagination, oh the stories I tell!
So while time strolls idly by
with seasons to laugh and seasons to cry
from now until the day I am dead
The biggest adventures will be in my head
My DragonThe dragon in my bellyMy Dragon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wraps its claws around my heart
and every pulse is agony
but the dying never starts.
The snake-like neck moves up my spine
the body's coiled and at rest,
but scales and claws catch and tear
spilling blood within my chest.
The crimson flow as bright as fire
seeps from every gash.
The dragon laps it up as fuel
tongue strikes me like a lash.
Did ever such a parasite
hold sway upon its host?
I loathe the dragon and the pain
but I hate myself the most.
Each whispered word that slithers
into my weary brain
has the sound of my own voice
in ceaseless soft refrain.
Out goes blood and in come lies
like poison to my soul.
The dragon has its residence
together we are whole.
I will not be that dragon
of anger and despair
but the battle never pauses
because the dragon's always there.
One of us will die someday
I pray it isn't me
to let a dragon wander loose
where my self used to be.
Perhaps we'll die together
as enemies sometimes end
As long as I do not lose
that means that I
Souls of GreySpirits glow,Souls of Grey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tracing the lines of a dead Heaven
Waiting and watching
For the clouds to swell
And kiss the very seams that
Keep our worlds from tearing apart and twisting
into a hurricane of false "I love you's" and
The very same promises that bound you
to the silver docks of loneliness
where you sat, hands tied behind your back
As seagulls and swans
dashed and danced in the
I remember finding you here,
Naked legs, watery eyes, and quivering lips
Whispering the names of past and future lovers,
telling a tale as sharp as the bible
but as short as the four letter word.
And when I kissed your forehead
I too saw the juxtaposition of ocean and hell
and then realized that
Fire is not so different from water.
At least here, they are only seperated by carbon;
The breath that slips out of
the inner workings of who you are and
finds its way into the world and here
we have the ocean line, the sunset, rain clouds, and wind.
Our souls are too excited to
make the journey
Strangers.I hate who we've become.Strangers.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the polite
Calm after the storm
It makes me wish we were still fighting.
Because at least there was emotion
At least we both
What is this?
Just getting along,
BittersweetThere are mixed flavors in my memoriesBittersweet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot quite capture them entire
But when I think of you the taste is unmistakable
so sweet and so bitter
The recipe never changes
but the amounts are arbitrary
More chocolate some times
Others, too much salt
I do not regret those tastes
from when the recipe was first opened
That strong tingle of salty chocolate
Bitter and sweet, but still good.
Lonely - Mermaid TGShe breathed in the water, concentrating on the feel of it as it filled her lungs, and breathed out again, focusing on how it flattened her lungs. She flipped a fin to feel its movement beneath her, momentarily enjoying the sinuous sensation of her muscles beneath the skin. She turned her head rapidly to feel the movement of her hair as it moved across the water; and then she floated, simply enjoying the water's currents as it moved across her body, carrying her lightly along. She was just that bored.Lonely - Mermaid TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stretching her arms behind her back, she cracked the joints of her fingers as she wiggled the tail again. Shoving her tail against the currents, she moved through the water, lining her arms up to cut through as she broke the surface, her lung muscles constricting to eject every last droplet of water.
The air came flooding in next, sweet and cold with a lack of salt that made her blink. She had heard they barely had any salt on land, that it was like swimming in a river forever; she had ne
IntoxicatedVodka in my veins,Intoxicated3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Each sip drowns these emotions,
And numbs memories.
Let Us DanceI am not a dancer, true,Let Us Dance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know this very well.
I remember everytime
I've tried, and failed
and every time I fell.
Let us dance.
I could sweep you across the dance floor,
twirling to the rhythm of the music
our feet tapping and sliding
seeking and hiding
your dress scraping the boards
as it flows down your legs
to your shoes
I am not a dancer.
I wish I were.
It is elegant,
so seemingly pure
There is more.
The bodies move and softly touch
contact is fleeting, if at all
Poem for a sea-swimmerI want the sea to swallow mePoem for a sea-swimmer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into its belly blue
And if it pleases, spit me out
Or not, as it wishes to.
If it likes to throw me out
upon some sandy shore
that's a fine piece of fun
and I wouldn't mind it more
than if I had the chance to swim
forever and a day
amid the crystal coral-groves
where black sea-weed sways
Dark was the NightDark was the night and cold the mornDark was the Night5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the wind was howling when the girl was born
deep in the mountains and high in the hills
where winter and evil froze hearts with their chill
Days were ever cloudy and grey
rarely kind words did people say
The child alone tried to be kind
but abuse alone was all she did find
She sought beauty in her cold little world
but was struck down and outside hurled
into the snow so deep and cold
Ragged clothes no warmth did hold
Stumbling, freezing, yet somehow found
a mine-tunnel to the deep underground
Down the cavern, tired and weak
Longing for love and searching for heat
Awoke by a fire, without alarm
Somehow knowing the freedom from harm
He gave her food and words so kind
Invitation to stay for all of time
She gladly accepted and so never heard
from her village a single word
They didn't try to send a note
the paper was burnt, the pens were broke
From the fire that burns as a terrible sign
the town didn't scream; it didn't have time.
And down in the tunnel