Who You AreTo me you are more precious than goldWho You Are1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips sweeter than the honeycomb
With eyes like diamonds that sparkle in the night
Your warm touch comforting and light
With a heart of love and a voice of praise
Full of beauty in all of your days
If I could possess the sun, moon, and stars
It would never compare to who you are
BrevityClouds drift away in the skyBrevity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rolling over and
Under each other
Just like lovers on a soft night
Holding their partner
As if they too
Might float away
Truly a sight to behold
Sparkling our passion
The moment intense
And we dread the seconds
Marking the end
Of our climax
Something broken black blueSomething oldSomething broken black blue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What could I do?
I knew this day would come.
I secretly counted the days
Until I'd see you in white
From head to toe.
Aint that the truth?
You were just as beautiful
As I knew you'd be.
I saw everyone smile
Like how it was in my mind.
With no dry eyes to find.
Do you know the truth?
I watched you walk down the isle
With a heart filled with so much love
Only to have your dad pass you off
To my friend.
Can I tell anyone the truth?
With your mother's old veil
Your new man at hand
Admiring the ring that
Was going to be from me
All you need is something blue.
I guess I'll do.
Soul matesAt this moment,Soul mates2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where we want to be.
They can't get us here.
They don't know where we've gone.
They can't say we don't belong.
We don't talk about the "was".
We don't talk about the "will be".
We got you and me.
At this moment,
here and now,
we get ready to depart.
They'll have us then.
They'll ask where we've been.
They'll sing their rehearsed song.
We won't tell them anything.
We'll hide the joy we shared.
We'll hide the sadness that it ended.
At this moment,
in our separate rooms,
we think of the other; to heal from the fight.
They've locked the door.
They've made plans.
They think they'll stop us, from being together again.
We pretend we're together already.
We remember the warm embrace.
We only fall deeper than planned.
At this moment,
where we are,
we're looking at the same moon.
They'll understand one day.
They'll see it oh so clear.
They'll let us be together; the angels will give a triumphed cheer.
We just have to hold on.
We have to be strong.
We've got time on our
Summer Rain"Summer Rain"Summer Rain3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
While I sit at my computer saturated by this dust of early summer heat, I wish, hope and pray for that first
summer rain. The one that leaves you restored and refreshed by the end of the storm. The storm is building,
and the pressure is dropping. I can feel it coming. Then I hear it. The first drop as it lands in my metal watering can
out on the steps. The sudden plink, plink as the drops hit the metal.
I sit and listen for a while as the rain increases in volume, and falls from the sky like a cleansing cloth from
It gets to the point when I can't stand it anymore, and I have to stand out in it. I race down the stairs and on to
the gravel path outside the house. As I stand there I laugh and cry at the same time, out of pure joy and relief.
I lift my hands in the air and turn around as I lift my face to the sky. It's like I can smell everything better for
some reason. The wet soil in the planters by the porch, the fir trees and the flowers on the plants near by.
Odd BallTitleOdd Ball2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find things funny,
but I don't laugh.
Yet, I'll find
for no reason at all.
I'm a fish afraid
nervous of flight.
And an illiterate
When I feel
my face is
as well, plain.
When I'm sad
And when I'm
still, it is the same.
I'm a caged
A book of truth
I'm a fly,
on a wall
compulsory throne in
the farthest corner
of the spotlight.
I'm a lover of poems
for a dime.
the lame rambler.
draw a straight line.
The happy cook
with no sense of
I'm red-wood tree,
flourishing in death valley.
Faded Music BoxFaded Music Box1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Square plastic music box
Faded pictures of
Reminiscent of Currier & Ives
Wind it up slowly and release
Listening to the plink! plink!
Of an ethereal melody
Reminding me of Grandmother's sweetly
Whispered lullabies at night
Falling asleep on cool pillows
While crickets discuss my dreams
Wind chimes herald my arrival
Where its always morning
I listen to the creek murmuring hello
As the dew glistens in the warming Sun
Walking leisurely down the path
Which leads through the woods
I stop to get a drink from the artesian spring
Flecked with gold-flakes
Its winding down now
Here the garden is always full
And Granddad is hale and hearty
We pick currants
In the dusk
As the first fireflies
Begin their ghostly bokeh
I turn to say something
Granddad is smiling and nodding
But no words are coming from my mouth
In the distance I hear
Melancholy wind chimes
As they lament eternity
I'm ascending through thousands of sunrises
Countless rays striking the wal
Blood from the StoneBlood from the Stone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
High noon, and Denerim's market square was positively stuffed to the gills with activity. Gray Warden commander by default ( and Alistair's enthusiastic vote), Demnar Brosca, lounged against the side of the Gnawed Noble Tavern, nursing a half pint of bitter. Mournfully, he oversaw the spending of his hard earned "horde" from a safe distance.
At least, with the purse entrusted to Wynne's capable hands, he knew it would be spent wisely. He had selected her shopping companions with care. Sten, for the invaluable talent of having absolutely no interest in the proceedings, and therefore, unlikely to whine over buying something unnecessary, and Zevran, with his sharp eye for bargains. The rest of the traveling circus he called companions had been expressly forbidden from going on resupply trips.
When the three stepped out of sight into a flamboyant armor-smithy, the rough-cut dwarf groaned and ran a hand through close-cropped, black hair. Wade's Emporium, undoubtedly to check on t
Introduction - MeHere I sit, staring at the screen,Introduction - Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to figure what to write about me
An introduction is what I am supposed to do
But I have no idea what to say thus far
I always stumble and fumble
Never able to write about myself,
Yet I always have the words
To help others in need
The words flow like water
Smooth and comforting,
But when it comes to me,
They are filled with stormy waves,
The only time they honestly come free
Is when my emotions are running high
Then my fingers run across the keys
At a fast amazing speed,
It is like a burning need
A deep fire inside,
To release what has happened
And no longer hide.
I should be honest and say what I feel,
But that is so not easy for me,
That is why I took this challenge,
To force me to write,
To no longer bury these emotions
That lay buried inside,
To free me from the chains that bind,
Maybe then I can find the real me.
Hirari, Hirari - Tamaazu-P - English TranslyricsLook - how gently the wind bears the leavesHirari, Hirari - Tamaazu-P - English Translyrics9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As the ties turning gray
Closely, closely hold them near your heart
When seasons turn again.
Broken by the words I held so tightly in my arms
That I couldn't move my feet,
'Til I was falling, falling into a warm, warm dream -
Sunrise took you from my side.
I will tie those memories before they turn gray
As colours of dawn softly blow away.
Fires burn, burn away the mark you made, still
Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering.
Words spread wings, fly to the sky, the sea, so far!
I pray that they reach you wherever you are.
Day by day, the colours of the ties we made are
Fluttering and fluttering away.
Shine a light, let the memory find its way once more
And fly, even for a while, to soar to the sky,
Though it knows that the light it shed will fade away,
Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering.
Though my heart has to go far away while you remain,
This one final song will stay behind and fly to you
'Til the end, trembling gently like the fallin
A Language without LiesThis is the last place I can go,A Language without Lies1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The very last place I think I know
Where shards of hate can't follow,
Where all my wounds are sewn.
When I step outside I'm free.
There's no one in my place but me.
Some would like to claim my soul
And some just wait and see.
Watch the wild man walk first.
Which visions will he choose to work?
Slips through the skin of time and trees,
Gathers them from best to worst.
We can choose to test our strengths
Or leave it up to fate.
But the truth will always find us,
And put spin-rapists in their place.
Imagine our stern surprise
When we find that half the world is lies,
We might or might not have wanted to know,
But which carve us like a baby's cries.
Today we walk that razor line
Between confidence tricksters, thieves of time,
And the guardianship of the dawn's first breath,
Where magic interweaves like rhyme.
Life is not a secret sacred verse
From a doctrine, scroll, or something worse.
It's a sensual repast,
And only vaguely a language to do with words.
The Daily ArtistShuffling another week, another ever smaller dollar,The Daily Artist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to make it right
Decisions, dealing in the days, one, two, three, four, five
What kind of hand is this? *poker face* "Crap.
Two more cards and maybe we can make something here..."
Two of a kind, and we've lost the bet. Negative net worth.
"Maybe the next hand..."
Trying to KNOW what it's about,
And days carry bills inside, like hidden ticks, embedded
Underneath the arm,
Bills go out and people marry,
Friends divorce, and the obituaries
Come through telephones,
The caskets lowering slowly, slowly, slowly, down,
Trying to bury a set of memories, but they can only steal
The ones that haven't happened yet.
And one day when one least expects it,
An aircraft hanger door begins to slide...
Click, click, click, the ball bearings roll awake,
That gaping hole of habit
In the raw side of the year.
And inside is that old, sleek, gleaming silver plane...
This Is Not A Pretty PoemThis is not a pretty poemThis Is Not A Pretty Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only the truth if I can bear
To make it known
More to myself than to you
She is beautiful
In mind, spirit and heart
Listening to her thoughts
As a gracious melody
That I had the utmost privilege
Seeing her smile
Sent shivers coursing along my spine
The hair stands up on my arms
And in my heart I know
I would do anything to protect her
Now she is gone away; parted company unavoidably
I await her return
Yes, I am moving on to other things
But certain friends possess a special place
In one's heart
And that door will always remain open
Today I disappeared.Today I disappeared.Today I disappeared.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my feet.
then up to
Started to feel numb,
I was told
It'd be fun;
I'd never want
were far from me.
all drifted from me.
caught in my throat
began to spin
until the lights
were well behind
hear the echoes
No one came.
No one called.
No one noticed.
No one missed.
Who am I now?
How do I get home?
THE LEGACY - Chapter 5Beau was aware of two overwhelming sensations as he slowly resurfaced to consciousness. The first was a headache that throbbed and pounded relentlessly through his entire skull. The second was the gentle touch of a hand on his forehead. He knew Margrethe's touch immediately. Many times throughout his childhood, Beau had felt the same soothing gesture of healing and it never failed to bring relief, no matter how great his suffering. Until now! The headache was merciless and even the weight of Margrethe's delicate hand on his forehead was too much too bear.THE LEGACY - Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He stirred restlessly, groaned and opened his eyes. Margrethe was staring at him, worry clearly etched on her pretty face. She jumped at his groan.
"Beau! You're awake!! Thank God!!" Mindless of his pain, she threw herself upon him and smothered him in a hug that normally would have warmed his heart and soul. &
The Many or the FewAs the world grows smaller due to the use of technology we have found ways to make new friends.The Many or the Few3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And renew old relationships without even leaving the place we call home. Friendship; an interesting word,
but also one that is over used these days. There are two different camps of people when it comes to
The many and the few. The many are the people who do not have a problem using this friendship for their
own benefit. They are the ones who misuse your trust,care,and the things that make you special. These
people are a nickel a dozen.
The few are the people who come along after you have been run over by a member of the many. They dust
you off, bandage your injuries, wipe your tears, fight your battles along side you like a true friend should.
They are there for you twenty-four hours a day seven days a week if need be. They are the few that
you can trust with your life. These are the chosen few who have proven to you and you to them that your life
is better because they are in i
It's Raining on the Inside"It's Raining on the Inside"It's Raining on the Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a storm brewing in my eyes as I stare at the sky.
Where the stars shine.
I feel the warm breeze caress my skin;while it rains on the inside.
The waves of emotion crash down on me as I gaze at the moon that smiles at the sea.
While it rains on the inside.
The storms of life can batter and bruise. It's the rain that heals the life that we lose while
it rains on the inside.
Tears can be a blessing,but today they're a curse. Cause they're raining on the inside.
People see my face and assume all's ok. But the tide is rising and the falls are over flowing.
I have to get home and prepare for the storm. So it can rain on the outside
Storm TherapyBlanket me in storm clouds,Storm Therapy4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So that I will be the calm one.
Lift me into the turbulent skies,
So that I can look down for the right path to take.
Roll me about in the heavy rain,
So that I can quench this endless thirst.
Expose my flesh to lightning,
So that I might remember that I feel.
Drop me from the endless stormings,
So that I know that I can always walk away.
May I Write a Thousand Crappy PoemsPicking up this pen and paperMay I Write a Thousand Crappy Poems2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in pensive thought prepare to write
words and feelings flowing freely
as winding rivers reflecting starlight.
But here at my desk no words come,
no lightning inspiration strike,
so I sit like a hunch-backed leeching fool
begging paper to relieve my plight.
So may I write a thousand crappy poems
In desperate hopes that one just might
be good enough to fill my belly
or make my quaking mind alright.
A Civilized FallFrom trees do withered leaves now fallA Civilized Fall3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to litter garbage empty streets,
whisper city secrets at our feet
and murmur passing steps of seasons going
Mechanical lightning bug street lamps flicker,
a strobing signal in probing darkness
to mask from sight the dirty deeds
done quickly in fluorescent night.
Dull through cracked cream walls do echo
lonely shouts of street-raised wolves
who hover in packs and only fall silent
when this vast nighttime has come to pass.
In my ears I stuff stale thoughts
but still sounds seep through seashell flesh
and leak into the clockwork organ
a cacophony of calliope loneliness.
The Cold TruthThe young boy stared lazily out the window at the cobblestone streets below, the purple and orange light of early morning bouncing off of the sparkling dew in the grass and the wrought iron lamp posts on the corners. He sighed, scratching at the purple bowed lacy collar of his nightgown and letting his long pale blonde hair lay over his tired eyes. Papa had promised to come home today. He had promised Matthew that today the Seven Years War would be over.The Cold Truth2 years ago in Settings More Like This
There was a loud wooden creak across the room and the small boy turned his head as the house maid entered with a smile, her heels clacking as she walked up to him, running her thin fingers through his thick hair.
"I am sure that Monsieur Francis will be back soon, Mathieu." She said, sitting down next to him on the windowsill.
"Il a promis qu'il viendrait maison aujourd'hui." The boy uttered seriously.
"Why don't practice your English, like Monsieur Francis has asked you?" She whispered quietly.
Hetalia Meme!Pick 10 random characters.Hetalia Meme!6 months ago in Sketches More Like This
You found 1's secret stash of chocolate.
Me: *shyly* Um... America, can I have some...?
America: Sure thing, dude!
Me: Thanks... *smiles*
2 confesses his love to you.
Me: I love you too, Canada! *glomps*
Canada: M-maple! *blushes and smiles*
You walk into 3 in the street at midnight.
Me: Oh, sorry, Prussia...
Prussia: Don't worry, the AWESOME ME wasn't hurt!
Me: *rolls eyes* Good...
6 is living in your house.
Well, at least my house would actually be clean!
You find 7's mobile phone (cellphone)
*takes phone, gives it to Spain* Hey, he can give it back if he wants to!
You're asleep and 8 comes in and wakes you up.
Japan: Um... *shakes arm lightly* Excuse me...
Me: Hmm...? *blinks and rubs eyes* Oh, hi, Japan. What is it?
Japan: Well... the meeting's about to start...
Me: The meeting! Thanks, Japan! I didn't get a lot of sleep last night...
9 kidnaps you
What If?I have a question what if:What If?11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man in a box came?
An owl flew through the window?
Your name was the one drawn?
You heard the people sing?
A note book fell from the sky?
The fire nation attacked?
A Russian's scarf tried to kill you?
Hollows attacked your family?
You get decommissioned?
You had a paper with lipstick on it?
You got a new groove?
There was a chemical X?
Would you go on to be,
The hero of the story?