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
WaterfallsWaterfalls10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing the beauties of natures womb
Through her imperfections she
Silence the song inside a tune
Gushing the life of purity
Secrets hidden in crystal blue
Untouched, unseen, unknown
She brushes her hand softly
Against distorted reflections
Tears ripple a silken sheet of liquid
Broken emotions twine to the melody
The forest soothes her anguish
The stream drowns her sorrow
Loneliness found her best friend
She becomes music's loving child
Home; her place of freedom
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
Bear hug me man...I heard about how You touched themBear hug me man...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and they were healed
or even if someone just touched Your cloak
they were forever changed
You let a broken woman bathe Your feet in her tears
and Your washed Your best friends feet
I'm just wondering though, did You ever hug people?
I mean I know it's a silly question and all
I'm pretty sure You would have
Why wouldn't you have?
But it's one of those things that were never mentioned
and got me thinking about it
and how whenever there was a touch from You
sins were forgiven and sickness fell...
... I think I'm caught up with my sins
and last time I checked all my body parts were properly working
I'm nothing special here
I'm just a kid with a heavy heart
...these passing sunrises and sunsets...
I don't think our encounter would have ended up in Your Gospels or anything
'cuz all I really need is a HUG
And that's ok for me to imagine alright?!
It's not conflicting with any sort of theology is it?!
THEN HUG ME.
But not one of these sideways aroun
georgian stones.DO YOU KNOW HOW SAD YOU MAKE MEgeorgian stones.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
HOT BREATH OF A DRAGON
ON THE INSIDE OF MY HIPS
CRESTING WAVES BREAKING WISHBONES
WITH STAINED SEASIDE SHIPS
I AM WINTER WITHOUT YOU.
I AM TUCKED INSIDE THE PAGES
OF BOOKS YOU'VE NEVER READ,
EVERY PAGE YOU'LL NEVER SEE
WITH MY HANDPRINT FOLDED ALONG
YOU WILL ALWAYS FORGET ME.
I AM WALLOWING AND SWALLOWING
MOUTHFUL AFTER MOUTHFUL AFTER
MOUTHFUL OF SALT WATER
THE SEA BREAKING EVEN ON MY TONGUE
THE FIRE NEVER CEASING IN MY LUNGS,
I AM LEFT WITH SMOKE.
Fishing for CloudsA simple cloudFishing for Clouds3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
adrift in a sea.
A sea so vast and empty
that it holds its own beauty.
A simple cloud may be simple
but its decor
to the one thing in this world
that has stayed the same
A sea that has clouds
that swim like fish
and rainbows that are like waterfalls
dipping into the below.
I can imagine
sitting on the moon
for a simple cloud.
Mindlessly.....Mindlessly.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have wandered this forest
Mindlessly searching for the end
I have fallen,
Stumbled and cried
Behind each tree a new stare
Each sound echoes
Endlessly searching for the end
Walking in circles
Each figure a figment in my past
Not everything stays the same
The days seem longer
The air seems clearer
Some days I think I will find the end
Break from this dark
Emerge a new person
My life, my own
My heart, for you
Only thing is
You need to find me
I'm here waiting
Just say when
No soundI am a prisoner of silence,No sound4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
enslaved by words I cannot say.
Unable to pronounce my feelings,
forbidden to explain my pain.
As a deer pants for flowing streams...Upon a solitary hillAs a deer pants for flowing streams...1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
where the hair is gold
braided with flowers which were rich in colour and flavor
there reigns the peace of my True Love
His love is like summer
warm and beautiful
much more temperate
as He strums the strings of lyre and harp as He walks
His feet would strum them chord for chord
with each rhythm as heavenly as the other
He walks with grace and poise
in the silence I heard a gracious noise
a musical piece beyond all measure
Jesus Christ the Lord...His presence is my pleasure
the sunflower whose bodice was yellow...o how yellow it was
radiant like the sweet current fruit of the sun
she hovers over to see the Lord walking
His handsome face so beautiful...pleasant to look at
all turn to gaze at Him
and what great awe He is....
the trees they rain a scattering praise of red flowers
all spilling across where He walked
and His smile grew wide and warm
His hand firm- a rod and staff
shepherding a flock of white sheep
whose bleat were in unison praising God
wherefore You are
Endiara's MaskEndiara's Mask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden beneath those emerald eyes,
And dark lush hair,
Lay the truths of our dear fair maiden.
See the mask cast away.
She smiles among her falsities,
Playing her games,
Daring, inviting investigation.
See the mask cast away.
In the dark clustered corners she hides,
Friend of spiders.
She spins her clinging webs to catch her prey,
See the mask cast away.
Seeking naught but death's brooding shadow,
She screams at night,
Caught by desire for vengeance and power.
See the mask cast away.
Rising immortal, incomplete soul,
She is sorrow,
Reaching blindly, she falls into the depths.
See the mask cast away.
Everlasting torment, still in life,
Creature of night,
She claws at Man and God, fury decayed.
See the mask cast away.
The BridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Heaven Is Not a DemocracyHeaven Is Not a Democracy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been said that there are two forces governing over this universe: those of "good" and those of "evil". Both are necessarily in direct opposition to one another, yet this is not to say that one is absolutely right and the other absolutely wrong. Thus great care should be taken, when examining both sides of ANY tale for the forces of "good" have often been known to blind the eye far worse than the lulling comforts of the darkness ever could.
High above the physical planes of Earth, amidst the brightest of stars, exists a celestial dome called Heaven which houses legions of Archangels and is permanent sanctuary for the self proclaimed deity Jehovah. In foundation the dome is sustained only by the softest, most divine array of primarily feathery white clouds which change color sporadically. For its walls there grew miraculously spectacular twisting vines of ivy that interwove lotus flowers that were adorned in periwinkle and lavender. Brilliant globes of light illuminated down from
ellipsiswe are growingellipsis4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
apart and i keep on losing
notebooks. it takes a lot
of nights looking out
of windows to be
the television bleeds
out tomorrow. i string
a necklace i break
how hard to forget,
how easy it is to be
forgotten. i don't
know how or even if
this plays out
in the real world, how we
and be forgotten.
or maybe i am just
necklace on the
beads rolling under
cars into gutters
and pale sky,
my notebook pages
running with ink.
mdmabirds flying south for wintermdma4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a new waves in the clouds
white washed like picket fences
and sadness like the rain
that is the shape of your face,
the sparrow of your lips.
i imagine sitting on a couch,
soft, plush, red like velvet,
listening for the water to boil
a watched pot never boils, you'd say,
but no one ever said anything about
a listened pot.
so we would sit in our silence
smelling hot water
mingling with green tea leaves and pomegranate seed.
we cup mugs of tea like glass and fire,
amber and red. salinger crosses your tongue
and soars through the air,
and we are two beatniks reposed on a cozy couch,
for irony's sake, of course.
the promise that no technicolored drink will
cross your teeth, that no numbing, hysterical
smoke will caress your lungs,
that beautiful strides to save your bird-prayer heart
will be born in a nest
warms me up
more than any tea
Scrisoare catre mineNaivo! Crezi că orice mână vrea să deseneze fericirea pe asfalt împreună cu imaginaţia ta, nici nu ştii că mulţi n-au imaginaţie. Eşti ipocrită, spui că nu te doare în timp ce cuvintele lui te rod pe dinăuntru, şi vrei să-i spui stop dar nu poţi pentru că ţi-e frică. Eşti cea mai lacomă persoană căreia i-am ascultat gândurile, habar n-ai când să te opreşti. Ţi-am spus de atâtea ori că nu e bine să-ţi doreşti un suflet, nu ai auzit că nimeni nu posedă pe nimeni? Şi pe deasupra mai eşti şi mincinoasă, îmi spui mereu că renunţi la dragoste şi uite-te la tine, eşti plină din cap până-n picioare. Nu-mi place cât de neserioasă eşti, nu faci niciodată ce vorbim înainte de culcare. Ştiu că eşti visătoareScrisoare catre mine5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I Wish You Were HereI wish you were hereI Wish You Were Here4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Or that I were with you
But then again, I often do
Artist fara publicdumnezeu nu doarme niciodată,Artist fara public4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
stă să ne picteze în fiecare noapte
un alt răsărit,
aşa că m-am dus la el acasă
cu o cutie de bomboane,
să-l laud şi să-mi cer scuze
în numele celor care nu-i apreciază
i-am spus că e mai talentat
decât Da Vinci
şi că mi-au plăcut dintotdeauna
atât de speciale
încât nu pot fi încadrate
în vreo ramă
sau curent artistic.
îmi mulţumea emoţionat
rugându-mă să-l mai vizitez,
în timp ce o luam la fugă desculţă
pe uşă sau pe fereastră -
nu mai ştiu pe care.
voiam să ajung repede acasă,
să mă spovedesc
în faţa ceştii mele de ceai.
"eu dorm mereu până la prânz."
Sfarsit de octombrie si de noiNu-mi plac despărţirileSfarsit de octombrie si de noi4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
de niciun anotimp
şi de nicio culoare,
nici măcar roşii, albastre,
verzi sau galbene,
cu atât mai puţin cât au
culoarea ochilor tăi
despre care mai ştiu doar
că miroasea a toamnă.
Inventează o nouă culoare
pe care ei să n-o cunoască,
pe care eu să n-o ating,
şi pictează un adio oarecare
ca să mi-l dăruieşti într-una din zilele
ce nu aparţin niciunui anotimp.
Desparte-te din nou de mine,
oricum, a fost prea frumos ca să se sfârşească
his mother in readingit might've been the weighthis mother in reading4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she gained in her
hips and stomach
her only child,
or the heft of responsibility
brought on by jobs and bills
and eviction notices,
but she wasn't beautiful
some key element
left her skin empty
and let it sag
and slump like her shoulders.
she looked like wet laundry
hung like papier mache
streamers dragged down
by a cold summer rain.
it choked the life out of her
i can see it in her eyes
in her face
she just sits in front of the television
she doesn't feel love anymore-
telling a story that has no end,
breaking her heart just to feel again-
there is a big nothing
where love should be.
Am chef de dragosteDacă te vei îndrăgosti vreodată de mine, trebuie să ştii de cine te îndrăgosteşti de fapt.Am chef de dragoste4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Te îndrăgosteşti de inocenţa ce-mi îmbracă pielea, din cap până-n picioare, ca un tatuaj temporar ce ţipă să fie înlăturat. Te îndrăgosteşti de modul în care ochii mei nu sunt nici verzi, nici albaştri, şi nici gri; ci căprui, banali şi adânci ca o groapă de pământ fără fund. Te îndrăgosteşti de nenumărate vise divizate în dorinţe ce aşteaptă să fie ghicite, cereri ce au evadat prin cuvinte şi fantezii ce îmi colorează ochii şi mintea. Te îndrăgosteşti de un suflet pueril, o inima naivă şi un trup plin de pasiune. Te îndrăgosteşti de focul ce-mi arde sub piele şi mă face vulnerabilă, dependentă de
Dragoste. Dulciuri. Decembrie.Pentru mine dragostea este ca un tort.Dragoste. Dulciuri. Decembrie.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Fiecare cuplu îşi are tortul diferit, unii îl preferă cu aromă de ciocolată, altora le place vanilia. Diferite arome, diferite forme de a iubi.
Acru, dulce, amar.
Principala problemă pe care oamenii o au, este faptul că nu ştiu cum să îl mănânce. Se folosesc de ambele mâini şi îl mănâncă în grabă. Uită că totul este limitat. Încearcă să îşi umple cât mai repede sufletul de glazura sentimentelor. Dar şi de la dragoste în cantităţi prea mari ţi se poate face rău. Şi într-o zi se trezesc că nu mai au din ce să mănânce. Şi devin flămânzi. Atunci încep să mănânce şerveţelele pe care era aşezat tortul, încercând să guste rămăşiţele de dragoste de pe ele. Dar au gust fa