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Grandmother's HouseThe smell of hot concrete rising from the sidewalkGrandmother's House2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the tar on the wooden bridge
The sound of trains coming and going
So close that the small house was rattled
It was always summer, there.
Screen doors and a small rotator fan were enough
to keep out the mild heat of June
The train whistles sang me to sleep at night
With their wistful traveling tune
It was always summer, then.
a faithful heart2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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John 1:1In the beginning...John 1:14 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the beginning was the word,
but sometimes words are useless,
in isolation, in despair,
when they cannot be heard.
In the beginning was the word,
before it only silence,
the great eternity of peace
was followed up by violence.
- Prayer -Prayer- Prayer -4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God, give me time
and partners in crime...
- famous -the best part in an artist's life comes after death, because only then can he live from his work- famous -4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
fairytales don't existfairytales don't exist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fairytales of happy endings
castles and horses...
and of course, the prince
each with their dark moment
to be noticed and loved
sought and brought into light
to dance forever under the stars
in a gown of riches and beauty
to forget the woes of before
so why am i still in the back room
crying in the dark?
peeking under the door?
where is my prince
or even the white horse?
why am i still in dirty rags?
no matter how i try
this dirt will not wash off
the water is cold, not warm
but the ball is drawing nigh
and i am so unsteady
how could a treasure notice me?
family and friends, love and joy
these cards are not in my hand
SpecialNothing in the worldSpecial2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hurts me more
Than the fact that
I
Am not unique;
Not beautiful
Or overly talented,
just
A plain girl
And what also kills me
Is the fact that he doesn't
want
Me; would rather have her
They all want me to be happy
Without realizing that I'm trying
to be
And the numbers on the papers
Mixed with the words on my arm
Only further prove that I'm not
special
Winter's ColdStrands of hair covered her faceWinter's Cold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Masking her feeling of inferiority
And her puckered lips pretending
To kiss her thoughts in a higher place
Wide open eyes glimpsed on a man
Whose grimace expressed his discontent
And his small hands trembling
To hold a love that just began
Many steps they took to came close
Until he smiled and gone was she
Another illusion to scrutinise
Before his sanity would take a lethal dose
On his knees he sank and hit the snow
His tears melting their way through
And this warmth composed him
For it was the only he did ever know
His nimble fingers expressed his sincerity
Illusion and obsession do not stray far apart
And nor does love care about those in need
Although it gives life its’ irregularity
Having faith he continued his quest
His heart frozen solid in this bitter cold
Another day passed him quietly by
Four years had it been since he had professed
It had been a week before Valentine’s Day
When he first e
Green DaydreamColoured smoke filled the air,Green Daydream4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Clouding her vision,
She shut her eyes to block out the sound,
Only to be tormented by the irregular beat of her heart,
She tried to hide but her mind would not rest,
The voices behind her eyes showed her nightmares,
"The stars are enjoying our pain", she sang,
"The love to watch us suffer",
And she fell into the sky,
And became, nothing
adagiettorow, breatheadagietto1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that clouded storm, distant stars, they seethe,
my bled irises take it all in,
and I am a slow inhale, revolving around your exhale,
a little rain, light, but the sun is still there
these clouds in my eyes only obscure my dreams at night,
swallowed like my daily dose of citalopram, why do I feel caged?
my mind is more free, but how it suffers,
I'm one good concussion from a movie-worthy coma,
a slow descent into maddness, torrent, I am split mask and tasked with
picking up pieces of a broken past I barely got to live,
I am tempted to take knife and split atoms from tissue, a beautiful orchestrated mess,
my bones fall
thy neighbor's wifeI'm dying, without youthy neighbor's wife1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were mine, I let you slide, I let you die, I let live I let you slide,
and now away you go, in another's arms again,
and now I'm jealous again, filled with regret,
shoots of green spring my frosted lungs, growing moss, my mouth grows cobwebs,
my fingers itch in words grown achingly,
I hate you for not hating me,
it just makes me love you more,
a love pointless, I am pointless
a sharpened spear thrown at sand,
scattered shot sewn in an hour-glass, inevitable, fatalism,
my heart is an empty engine, my arms dying pistons,
if only, if only, I knew how to feel nice,
I wish I could ignore my regretful hindsig
The SolipsistI blinked and woke up on a strange sandy island,The Solipsist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was all moonlight,
bathed in the ether of that white light,
I didn't bother to question, I felt.
I sat there for a while, hurling heaps of sand into the breathing ocean,
it said "Hello,"I felt "Could you please stop throwing sand?"
not that it mattered anyway, it was filled with sand.
I was filled with sand, I felt it escaping through a coupl'a holes left in my chest from some other dream,
but I stopped throwing sand, I just looked, and god, I felt.
I felt waves of moonlight pierce me, straight through, I felt white, and I felt the dark waves of that ocean
and I felt him speak,
it
silver sliveryou are a kindness,silver sliver1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a rare oasis,
a silver sliver,
on a sable field.
share your warmth, for a night, for a week
and fuel a star for years,
the inky slate of space,
punctured, stained white by your eyes
ivory,
a pure beauty,
which blinds like night
and shines twice as bright,
in your eyes I find infinities,
scattered light from your sweet heart,
savoire, je plane avec vous,
take me even higher, will you?
before I am faded atoms, {and too jaded to remember names}
icebergyou fall into the sea,iceberg1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
freezing, dumbness,
numbness,
your pale face fades underneath the icy glass,
skinned over,
a glacier,
my hopes and dreams for you fade,
like distant icebergs sinking,
sore sands11:11,sore sands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all my wishes turn to sand,
I resolve again, not to wish for anything,
not for you,
not for you,
at least not for me,
I give my wishes away altruistically,
hoping to gain good karma by hoping for thee,
giving you away to someone elses arms harms,
but it is the best I can do as far as alms are concerned,
I balm your wounds with mine, healing through my disgrace
so I can become holy again,
so I can become whole,
The Hellequin's HuntI saw my brother riding the nightThe Hellequin's Hunt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With hunter Herne and his acolytes
The hunter's bow lit up the sky
And fire burned in their eyes
And the hems of their robes
I came among the unholy host
Clutching at the wisp of a ghost
The shade looked like my father dear
And he whispered low "The end is near,
So pack up and leave"
This is impossible; this is the Hellequin's Hunt
We rode on the whispering cusp of the breeze
We shrieked and cursed as quiet as thieves
We left our hearts upon the leaves
And followed the hunter beneath the eaves
Of the earth
I called to Herne and he turned to me
And I asked the hunter what we would see
the occasional momenttime, passes strangely,the occasional moment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the days I wait for sneak up slowly,
while the days I dread, are instant,
it's all one large blur, moment to moment,
nothing in between, nothing I can remember
I remember moments, rocks in a long stream,
I remember people I don't remember meeting or seeing,
I remember remembering,
but I'm starting to stop, remembering you
Do you know...…the ghost that is called The Tablet.Do you know...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Canvas Creature
Their skin is the color of stone
It is rough and covered in scars
The Tablet
It fears the dead but loves the living
The ghost writes on its skin till it bleeds
The blood is always pouring but The Tablet can never die
It follows you around, hoping you'll see it
But it has no luck if you can't see the odd
It is stuck in the house, never to be freed
Till one fateful person can see it
Then they swap
It can die and move one
But the unlucky fateful is now a Canvas Creature
The Tablet
razumihinI will pray,razumihin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fastidiously,
I know not how I hath sinned.
forgive me.
great elsewhereroll into the city,great elsewhere1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
see the stacks smoking life, breath, bustling busy.
Take a long deep look,
see all the people you never met, you never even knew existed,
strange probabilities, seven degrees, seven degrees,
there's a tower out for you there son,
just gotta climb and take your stake, your own personal sun,
buy it with your savoir-fair,
anonymous animal,
this is all, for, you,
so sleep well on the train to great elsewhere,
it's going to be the longest day
momentous-occasionI choose you, the lack of,momentous-occasion1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
give up on your love,
off the tower, a momentous occasion,
dive, and test thy wings,
I feel the cooler air free,
but the ground getting larger and larger,
waiting for my wax to dry,
my drugs to kick,
your spine to crack,
waiting, for my heart to sink,
*clink*
and there it goes, to the bottom of your fishbowl,
I'm your pet, you can just,
pick me up and set me back,
you could show me off but all you do is let me down.
are my expectations too great, or do you have "standards"?
twist the knife, these drugs don't work like they used to,
I could cry and drown in the ice,
my fridge has been on the fritz,
shutteryour beauty,shutter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
understated,
your porcelain skin, is ivory, {wrapped in patterns}
your charm lies in this, the unconventional,
your quirk, your shyness,
humble, modest,
framer, creator, shutter, photography
capture, wonder,
an artist,
through your purity, I find an idol in my iris,
catharsis, hope
hope; that there are other likes you,
elsewhere,
where I am heading,
I wish I know ye' more, when I was falling apart,
when I was hair-line cracks and splintering edges,
polite, courtesy, curtsy,
anachronism,
you don't belong in this raw age,
this dumb race, from A to B without consequently thinking of C, or midpoints, mid-midpoints,
Sta.sh
