Ghost Of A MaidenIt's the end of an eraGhost Of A Maiden8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another soul sold
To thou who is judging
Our rise and our fall
Another life graven
Another vessel deemed
Too unsuitable to live
Or so it had seemed
Another raven does call
At the merciless door
Of the beggar and rich man
And the tales of myth and folklore
The ghost of a maiden
Hair flaxen like straw
Lies cold in waiting
For once and ever more
Don't believe what you hear
When they say it's a lie
History speaks drapes of truth
That many race of man deny
Like an iced pearl to the touch
And cold to the bone
Walks the ghost of the maiden
Living in histories truths, alone
Letters Of LoveRegarding those love letters strewn on your bedLetters Of Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were never meant for someone as beautiful as you
Falling hearts from the skies of time
Draped in ashen white
The writing's on the wall
Words get tossed around and jumbled
Weaving in and out of truth and lies
Regarding those love letters on your bed
I never meant the words in them at all
When I said I loved you, I lied
When I said I missed you, it wasn't what I meant
What I really meant to say
Was I love you and I miss you today
It was never in the past
Only in the present and the future
And I wipe this lip shaped kiss
From the seal of this last envelope
As I place it on your pillow
And a single tear makes a journey
From my eye, down my cheek
And into my heart
As I finally walk away
fairytales and regurgitationyour pacifistic smile makes myfairytales and regurgitation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a similar shape, cynically
"anything is possible,"
you whisper, "chickens
can fly, trees will outlive you
and bananas do not
grow towards the light-"
you stole the words
i used to lisp when you were
into painting realistic portraits
and you [such a tragedy]
only spoke to me in dead languages
well, my brain
refuses to reply, twisting
like tentacles of a baby-sized octopus
craving for food
so we'll fill ourselves
with literature, eat and eat
yellow-ish pages of
knowledge, stained with coffee
it is noon and we are
to shine like suns
[and moons and diamonds
and helicopter lights]
you tell me how there are
peace is a tale and
you are another
fairy of my imagination
smilesi.smiles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let's share the loneliness, she said
we'll fill our hollow hearts with cranberry juice and pancakes
we'll dance, sing and make musicals about our life
we'll be the happiest imperfect people on earth
he smiled; laughing openly seemed too cynical
coiffures and mortgages stole our money, he said
we'll get ourselves a barking crocodile to get rid of mice
we'll sleep for a million years [and so much longer]
we'll call each other names and curse until our tongues start bleeding
she smiled; sobbing wouldn't change a thing
this is the cleft in being-together-yet-not-really, they said
we'll turn musicals into tragedies, crocodiles into rubber ducks
we'll eat our hollow hearts— and sleeping is for the roses
we'd just multiply the loneliness
they smiled; there was nothing else left
No More YesterdaysWhat if there were no more,No More Yesterdays5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sounds of singing to be heard?
What if there were no longer,
People, love, and words?
What if there were no passion...?
What if there was no more,
Rampant, unchecked sorrow?
What if there were no longer,
Souls living on time borrowed?
What if there were no pain...?
And what if yesterday became today,
But didn't become tomorrow,
And so, nothing changed...?
What if there were no more yesterdays...?
No tomorrows, no laughter, no tears...?
Would we even notice,
The passing of the one day that remained...?
What if no children danced,
There was no romance,
And no-one ever got a second chance?
Would we even notice the passing of the day...?
What if there were no more,
Fighting in the streets?
What if there were no longer,
Millions of hungry mouths to feed?
What if no-one survived...?
What if there was no more,
Anger and betrayal?
What if there was no longer,
Anyone left to tell the tale...?
What if every moment was the same...?
What if there were no more yesterdays
The moment time stood stillThe moment time stood still, was the moment she was surrounded by the smell of flowers. She smelled lilac, freesia's and roses. She could smell the grass; still a bit wet from the rain. She could also smell his scent, lingering around her.The moment time stood still5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment time stood still, was the moment she could hear the birds sing their beautiful songs. Each had a different melody; a different composition of sounds which seemed to fit perfectly. And, in harmony with the songs and the whispers of the grass, she could hear him breathing softly next to her.
The moment time stood still, was the moment she felt the soft grass beneath her. The sunlight touching her skin; treasuring it, touching it lightly. She could feel his arms around her. Keeping her safe. Making her feel loved. And love was what she felt that moment.
The moment time stood still, was the moment she still tasted the taste of his kiss. His loving kiss. The kiss she never wanted to end. She could taste the fresh taste of the air around
rootsamnesiac etymology it whispersroots4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am to be
disposed it says
to be loathed, my
blackened alphabetic impregnators,
sentimental etymology it lisps
never forget me,
I am to be
cherished it longs
to be stroked, my
hurtfully worded white trees,
[ too late ]
OrientalismIn the day, yellow sandOrientalism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the Taklamakan
coats the motorbikes
of your overlords
At night, this city's towers
gleam, a Chinatown of lights
(dragon gold, lantern red)
Here, you can eat
a Philadelphia roll
or a fortune cookie
on the side
Or you can dive
into a Pacific of
in wire cocoons
Don't get distracted
by the innumerable
neon kanji; trace
the tiny green
lights to the
at the end of
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s
SheTight jeansShe4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She's in her teens
Always making 180 routines
They don't know just what she means
Her words heartfelt
She cant stand to write misspelt
She could write a book with what she's dealt
She avoids the groups
She can't stand to see a snoop
Ask her, she'll say they've flown the coop
She won't give chase
She has enough people on her case
She'll retreat back to homebase
She'll blow radars
Invisible from afar
Her voice a well used guitar
Extreme value, a pearl
Free of any kind of burl
Ready for anything you hurl
spunthere were spider webs in his irisesspun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they functioned as framing for the paradise in his inner brain,
delicately hand-crafted by [glow in the dark] fairies
A Life Lesson on How to Livei.A Life Lesson on How to Live5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Learn how to hear when there is no sound. Listen to the last heartbeats of a dead man, for they will tell you how to hold on, and how to let go, but you are the only one that can choose between the two. Hear the sorrow of a silent criminal at a confessional, because it can tell you where the line is and how to cross, but it's up to you to decide if you want to or not. Listen to the chemistry between two lovers and you will learn how to appreciate the love in everything people do.
Uncover how to see in the darkness, because it's a whole lot more important than anyone ever expects. Look at the hues of red in the night sky and the neon colors beneath the snow and they will show you that what you see is what you get, but not everything is what it seems. See the emptiness that shines from fake smiles and you will realize that everybody lies. Look at the world with your eyes closed and determine that this is the only way you will ever be able to see. Now decide if you want to or not.
What if I told you...What if I told youWhat if I told you...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I hurt myself...
Would you laugh at me?
Would you judge me?
Would you care?
Would you yell?
Would you Ignore me?
What If I told you
That I felt alone?
Would you abandon me?
Would you support me?
What If I told you
That wanted to kill myself?
Would you Scream?
Would you cry?
would you beg me not to?
Would you give me a reason not to?
Could you give me a reason?
What if I told you
That I hurt myself?
Would you help?
i was someone.I was someone before I met you, too.i was someone.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had what I needed
My child mind dreamed of dragons and glitter rain.
I sang myself to sleep each night,
A cradlesong like stars flickering
Knowing that someday I'd be everything I wanted to be.
Your eyes will no longer be the prison
That holds me.
I will believe in the myths again
If it's what will save me.
I choose the life I live.
And I choose a life that is danced, not staggered through;
A life that embraces mystery.
I choose to accept what you have done to me,
But not let it consume me.
I was someone before I met you, too.
Monogamy Is A Magiciani thought i was going to marry you -Monogamy Is A Magician4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I had it engraved on the walls of my mind,
that our children will call you, father.
I didn't realize that you, were etching my future oulines in reality.
You dragged me by my self esteem
and with such reachable horizons;
resistance didn't possess an essence
in what we labeled love.
There was an eclipsed latch on the doors of my mentality
and only you could release me,
but you were confidentially stubborn;
never imagined naive was in my description.
Your grip had loosened when i noticed my body had the treatment of your action figures.
Rebellious silence never paralyzed you better than i could.
What the blade doesWhen its not enoughWhat the blade does5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To say "I Quit"
When your this close to the end
Reality will hit
Your not alone
You know that now
You just cant stop
you dont know how
It has consumed
What used to be You
And All the lies blend
with what is true
Just put down the blade
and try to refrain
it wont make you feel
Anything but pain.
anthropophobiaas paranoia embraces me,anthropophobia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot fight the urge to look up
and perceive what i expected
j u d g e m e n t
written all over their faces
a story of freedomeven gravitya story of freedom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& sung silly
in the burning
& i felt
Breaking Down and AwayMy Venus has lost her arms,Breaking Down and Away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she says she can't hold me.
She says she's been breaking
and my hands cannot fix her.
She says she has pieces missing,
and that I cannot fill them.
She says she feels cold
and that I cannot warm her;
but I try so desperately--
and we break against each other.
i have been deceived.transparent smilesi have been deceived.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hiding broken kisses
and dreams locked away
by tarnished keys.
green oceans filled with
death, on which hopeful
Hide myselfHidden from the public eyeHide myself5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My scars find refuge
Under long sleeves
To break free
to get air
To have room to heal
and embrace my past
it too much to handle
So they remain hidden
until i can fight the urge
to cover them
until i can let "the secret"
And finally hold myself accountable
For the scars that are not only a part of me
But the scars that are me
ViolinI sit alone in the auditoriumViolin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to this wonderful melody
That is being played by the boy up on stage
In a way I'm invisible
Because he is so absorbed in his playing
That he does not notice me
But still I stay here and listen
His music is beautiful to me
It evokes feelings in me that I never knew were there
And I wonder why no one else seems to recognize it
Perhaps it is because he is so shy
And people are not willing to break that small barrier
So that they can hear and see the treasures that lay beyond it
They are not willing to even do a little bit of work to get what they want
And it frustrates me
He stops playing then
And I begin to applaud him
He turns to look at me
But says nothing his eyes questioning me
As if he wondered why I had come
I expect him to leave then
Instead he gestures toward the piano
And then towards me
I smile and begin to make my way to the stage
After all how could I refuse?
I consider it an honor to play with such a master of music.
Allow Me to Be Your ViolinAllow me to be your violin,Allow Me to Be Your Violin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your muse and your meaning.
Take my lyrical harmonies
Appreciate the quality.
Like strings I can respond to a single touch
Playing out the notes you desire to hear.
I'll scream and whisper in crescendos,
And for your great amusement,
I sing high, low, every note in between.
You've got the staccato, col legno,
Every technique in the book
Mastered with some magic hands.
You're a maestro, the conductor,
First-chair concertmaster extraordinaire.
All those skills amount to nothing
can't play a single note on me.
Allow me to inform you,
I'm burning all your notes now.
Half notes, whole notes,
Quarter eighth sixteenth notes.
Playing out of tune, slip of a finger,
Learn to read some music
Before you dare to play with me.