The MoonriseThe Moonrise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
the words and the silence_c.words are what brought us together.the words and the silence_c.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it was the sentences and the phrases, the way the vowels sounded when you murmured them over state lines. it was the way i could hear your tongue roll and your teeth click; the sensual sighs between the beginning and the end. it was the way i could hear the ocean in your voice and the way i could feel the typhoon at the base of my spine. there was no friction between your fingertips and my flesh. there was no raised hairs from the tide of your breath. it was the language and the way we forged it between upraised hands and a prayer. it was the promise of tomorrow and the carved stone we left on our porch step - knowing one day our sails would fill with more than just hope.
Dreams are what gave our words life.
Oh, there was glory in the romance we dreamt of. We saw a legend in our tale, awaiting a serendipitous encounter and we craved to carve out its epic climax with our bare fingertips. Yes there was glory, and even pride. Pride that ou
My sunshineMy sunshine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
little grains of sandin the grand scheme of things, we are insignificant.little grains of sand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we will not move worlds with our love;
we will not shift boulders or shatter mountains or create vistas.
we will not drain oceans or birth giants
or solve the land-locked islands' fear
we will not break monsters (nor create them)
we will not smooth sandscapes or fly cloudless into the shot-through-pastel morning sky.
we will not build towers as far as the eye can see,
endless and worthless and beautiful as the sun.
we will not learn the meaning of the the universe
or particle physics
at least, we will not do these things for anyone but
north pacificAudio version thisaway.north pacific2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
icewater and tumblestone beaches, and i wonder, clifftop,
if the fog tastes like forest.
the ocean carves its histories
in the driftwood--creation stories and
lullabyes worn smooth,
bleached to a polish.
it might be sand shifting but maybe--
maybe i can feel the whalesong,
low and deep
thrumming in the hollow spaces of my bones.
i envy the seabirds
who have more room to feel.
TreesTrees3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
home.i press my cheek to the window and for a moment, all i am able to focus on is the pattern my breath plays along the glass. it is a simple emotion and a simple thought and the way my lungs collapse to force the air from between my pursed lips is enough to soak in the rest of my thoughts like a dry and waiting sponge. the voice of the person to my left is butter and velvet, sifting through the air - each and every syllable seeking through the space between us as if to find a resting place, as if with each moment suspended in the air they might be able to find a place to call home.home.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it is with reluctance that i turn my cheek, drawing myself back from the cool windowpane and i turn to them, my eyes blurred and disoriented. they are naught but colors; they are sea-foam and gravel, their eyes coming into focus to deepen into indigo. lovely, i remember myself thinking. the color of lovely. it is a game that i have always played; finding the colors of words as if i could paint a canvas with dri
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is
Alone In The DarkAlone In The Dark5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are days
when I feel
all the colors
have drained away
and I float
on a lake
of pristine glass
beneath a sky
bereft of meaning
and regrets flutter
like desperate wings
against the walls
of boxed memories
all treasured tokens
adrift and alone
in the dark...
baby drilledif the sun stillbaby drilled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shines then the
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
into the bay
let them make
in the riverbed
with one hand
what the other
the night in
Remember.The first letter I received from you was in the fourth grade, do you remember?Remember.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It was a message written in orange, on a wrinkled piece of papper, which you ripped out from your book. At this was written : "Do you want to be friends?"
Our friendship kept very long, we grew up but there were still notes coming up. It became a habbit. As time went on, we exchanged more and more messages. It was our way to communicate. Noone could ever find out what we were saying. It was something for us. I looked forward for each little note you folded carefully.
One day, I found a letter from you in my bag. You said: "you are the best friend I've ever had, but I can't see you like this anymore. I like you as something more..write to me."
But I remeber that I didn't write, I run an that moment to find you. You were at the park where we hang out. I took you from the hand, pulled you to me, our first kiss. We were 16.
From then thick as thieves. A year later, you gave me at the same park an e
ApathyThere is no shelterApathy6 years ago in Other More Like This
from the thunderstorm crush
of your words flaying my soul
in silkened ribbons
of wounds mortal
on flesh raw
with need and desire
unhinged and wanton
to the eyes of ravaged
softly brushed from honeyed lips
pinning my heart
to the callous palm
of your indifference
I am lost in the downpour
of your torrential
Rape no more. Love your life.Don't let your predators continue to come back.Rape no more. Love your life.4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Leave your enemies. Make them dead in the past.
Think about all of the pleasant things you have.
Your spirit is flawless. It's never been stabbed.
Don't worry about being attacked or who attacked you.
You're not in danger. You're safe and free to choose:
Whatever you like. Every thing you need is available.
Think about good times: Moments your heart can't lose.
Your body is torn, but your spirit has always been fine.
The wicked can't ruin your future, no matter how they try.
No creature can keep you from reaching the highest of highs.
Forget your body's violation, rape no more & love your life.
FishermenFishermen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
I brokeBroken.I broke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bashed, crashed, smouldered.
not by me.
it wasn't me.
Exposed, scattered, decreased.
I know not
Promise MeIf I tied you to a treePromise Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wait for me
Would you stay obediently
Existing only for me
Or would you become a nobody
And be forgotten by me?
You were my melody .Your grip on my heart is finally loosening.You were my melody .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've forgotten how it feels to be whole
and right now, this is the closest to whole
I've been in a long time.
I'm slowly starting to forget the way you held me,
the way the sun reflected off your skin,
how my name used to dance off your tongue.
It's like when you have a song you love
and listen to all the time
and then one day you just
And you slowly forget about it,
until you stumble upon it one lovely day,
a year later and it brings a smile to your face but
the feelings it used to induce are gone.
You were my favourite melody,
to which I wanted to wake up and fall asleep to
every day, but eventually
you just didn't sound the same anymore.
Death is a Lonely KillerDeath is a lonely KillerDeath is a Lonely Killer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My death is forthcoming I can deny it no longer. I am forced to endure the punishing jingles of crimson silver chimes that rest upon the Grim Reaper's neck. He smoothly caresses my mortal string of light that trails between each chime, teasingly shaking them before my bleeding ears. The light fades further from my string each day, allowing his unkempt sash of remorseless black to spread in my wake. His azure breath freezes my blood and crusts my spirit. How can one expect me to maintain my sanity when the simmering of my soul is forcing my flesh to decay before me? My daughter, the crux of my sanity, is my diminishing answer.
"Everything will be okay daddy!" She would say, placing her frail, clammy hands on my sagging cheeks. Her hands were so warm, so full of life and power. With her two hands, she could cook a full course meal. She could run her hands through the glistening gold sand of the most beautiful beach, embracing the everlastin
Tender HeartTender Heart6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her tender heart
a study in grace
of a generous treasure
on a world gone cold
Her light is a beacon
that draws us back
to the promise of beauty
existing in darkness
so shines the sweet soul
that is my friend, Sirrah
Gray RosesGray Roses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sob was quiet
splitting the worn seams
of the starless night
impaling the delicate balance
into splinters of disarray
while the rain washed away
all evidence of sorrow
now mingled and fallen
blanching the frail blooms
of scent and color
what is life without love
if not a bouquet of gray roses?
Journey to ValhallaJourney to Valhalla:Journey to Valhalla3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of battle surrounds me
As axe and sword will clash.
The fate of a man decided
In a single metal flash.
On the ground I lay awakened
For the blood is rushing low.
It bursts from my wound
In a searing bloody flow...
I scream like a raging animal
As with the last of strength I thrust!
My sword will pierce his lung
As my enemy turns to dust...
A ruined body before me
Cold as the winter snow.
I begin to feel quite dizzy
As the heavens start to glow.
I can hear the sound of horses
And the cry of hungry crows.
The clouds began to part
As from the ground we rose!
Like warriors from the grave
We stood from where we fell.
Warm as though we bathed
In an ancient seer's spell.
I can see him coming now
Sleipnir has arrived!
He's come to take us home
The valiant dead who died.
The valkyries riding through the clouds
On the backs of crows they call.
The gods themselves are smiling
As mountains they are tall!
These tears cannot express
The words we wi