Catalyst "What are you looking at?"
"Why? There are much more amazing things to look at than me."
"Malarkey. You are the most amazing thing I've found yet."
"That's crap and you know it."
"I know no such thing. I know that you don't want to admit it, or maybe you don't even see it, but that's different."
"I don't see how its different...Not that I'm saying its true! Cause its not..."
"Haha see the way you just pursed your lips? That means you have no confidence in what you're saying."
"That's that reverse psychology shit isn't it?"
"No, its just funny as hell. For real though dear, you're amazing. You know that right?"
"No, if anyone is amazing here its you. I'm n
WaterRiver,Water4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cleanse me of my iniquities as I plunge into your cool embrace.
Whisper the secrets of your splendor to my humble heart.
Laugh with me and pour your merriment upon me, until all I know is joy.
Mold me with your ever changing mood, that I may look upon each swing of the tide as a blessing.
Fall on me with your bittersweet kisses.
Surround me with your wild, life bringing song.
Take me dancing with you in the puddles of change.
Allow me, just for one moment, to understand your joyful tears.
In all your glory, all your unfathomable greatness, you remain in simple form.
Whether in great waves or calm pools, you are the never wavering reformist.
In earth shaking revolution or in slow deliberate steps, change is your only constant.
Flow over me. Wash me. Make me whole.
NeededOur wet feet hit the frozen pavement.Needed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cold is mirrored in our bare toes.
Her grip tightens around me
'I need you'
I am always needed.
Tears and screams fill the night air.
But they aren't mine.
They never are.
'I need you'
I am always needed.
I don't know if I feel anymore.
I don't know what I feel.
All I see is ice.
As it surrounds my awareness.
I am needed.
The Candy Lady They called her the Candy Lady. She was young with short curly hair the color of hazel nuts and a small body that always seemed to be dancing. Her eyes had seen a lot in her short life, but they always held a smile, and her mouth was quick to laugh. They didn't know her name, or where she came from so they just created a story for her in their minds and allowed her into their community. See the people didn't like her at first. The didn't like that she wore cloths riddled with holes, old patches and dirt, or the face she slept outside. They didn't understand that she kept them as clean as she could and still kept a tiny hand mirror in her pocket. They didn't like the battered guitar she carried around because they didn't want their kids to think it was alright to be a wandering musician. They didn't hear the beautiful music she made with it, or the poetry that she sang. They didn't like that fact that they didn't know her story. But she made herThe Candy Lady4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
UsedIUsed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave you my smile because yours was
broken and I would do anything to see you happy.
I gave you my body because you had forgotten
the feeling of having someone lay with.
I gave you my tears because you didn't know
how to let yours f
l curving around your perfect lips.
Dance With The DevilThe Devil stole my soul awayDance With The Devil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took it for pennies of its worth
I thought I made a deal with him
Until I crashed and burned
He borrowed, robbed, and gambled
Till all of me was gone
He laughed at my misery
Left me blind to right and wrong
So I went looking for this Devil
Who claimed to own my soul
I went to ask him how he thought
My soul was his to own
I found him dancing with delight
Upon his black sinned stage
And there he danced with souls
He had wittingly engaged
"Devil," I said to him
"I'm here for what is mine."
"Here are only things I own,"
Came the snide reply
"But I don't remember selling
Or even saying yes."
"Awe but that is what is grand my dear
I didn't have to ask."
He took me through his evil rooms
Showing me on the way
All the souls given, bought and sold to him
Every minute, every day
And there before me were my sins
Each and every one
Least to greatest counted there
Till all of them were done
"You see?" He smirked and shook his head
"All of them are mine."
Glances She walked in with the breeze of a free fall morning behind her. Her steps as perfect and precise as Da Vinci's brush strokes, her features as angelic as one of the cherubim. Her rose petal lips parted in a familiar smile as lovely words flowed from her tongue like the sweet taste of honey to my starving ears. Her movements across the crowded room were made of the grace a prima ballerina would die for. Her eyes reflected a life and a clarity that would have put the finest of diamonds to shame.Glances3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet they weren't for me. Her Da Vinci steps, her Ambriel features, her warm honey voice, her ballerina movements and her queenly eyes were not for me. There is only one move she ever makes for me.
For one second, one blessed second, her sapphire eyes glance over to meet mine as she makes her way toward the back. She smiles a smile that sheds rainbows over my pathetic heart and glances down and as pink cr
SimplicityI love our simple moments my dear.Simplicity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While I will never dispute that it is a fun and thrilling experience to get all dressed up and communicate to the world in words that pour out like lovely sonnets, our undying love for one another, I must confess that my soul truly craves simplicity.
Now let me be clear. Simplicity is not stupidity, nor by any means a tragic silence thirsty for heart stopping poetry. You, my poet, never leave me wanting. No, simplicity, in my humble opinion, is simply the beauty of a silence that understands. The glory of a glance that needs no explanation. The fiery passion stirred up at a touch that requires nothing but action. The deep love that resonates on the purest of all frequencies; out of reach of the butchery of human expression.
That is what I mean when I say I love our simple moments.
You see one of my favorite things is to lay naked in your arms, with the fresh smell of clean, white sheets surrounding us. The white turns our passion fevered skin into lov
Scribbles Nothing about me is pure. My edges are blurred, muffled things that often blend into my surroundings a bit to much.Scribbles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My seams are strained, stretched, and tend to unravel at the times I need to stay together the most.
My mind is scattered, wild and ridiculous. I am emotional, overzealous, and spontaneous.
My fingers are splattered with ink from the crazy scribbles that over take my reality. Some things just must be said.
I am moody and tend to swing out of control like a train with no tracks. I don't think you ever liked that. I don't think you ever liked me.
I am the moon, and your lasso was not enough to hold me. I am the sun and I burned the wax from your wings.
I didn't mean to do those things. I was just trying to be true to who I was. I'm sorry I didn't let you change that.
The Book You Let Me Borrow We had good times you and I. We were happy for a time together. I painted beautiful images inspired by our love, and you wrote poetry of our passion. You're fingers were painted black from your fierce scribbling, and I had paint in my hair. Be that as it may, when we lay in the stillness, our busy thoughts melted away; into us.The Book You Let Me Borrow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We danced and sang in the sunlight. We held each other and whispered secret things in the darkness. We were at home in the tiny flat that inspired both of us. We fed off each other like fire and gasoline. I would watch you sleep while I painted, you would read your midnight ramblings to my thirsty heart as we lay naked on our bed. We were happy, for a while.
Then there came a time when your poetry stopped flowing. It was my fault my love I'm sorry. I was blocking your inspiration, suffocating your ideas. I stayed away to make you happy and you became suspicious. We yelled e
GardenerI walk in the garden we built togetherGardener3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a shadowed place
Darkness drapes its once lovely colors
I am surrounded by the smell of failure
I was sand, and you were my flower
I was not strong enough to hold you
You were not strong enough to contain me
I am surrounded by the smell of bitter freedom
I could not uphold your beauty
I denied you water, until you wilted
I am surrounded by the smell of tears
My passion burned up the moisture
Your tender glory rendered me helpless
Our garden withered.
I am surrounded by the smell of dying flowers.
Limitless "Sometimes I think you have no boundaries."Limitless4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well that's acceptable, I don't believe in them."
"That does't scare you?"
"No. Why should it?"
"I don't know, most people like to have a point of reference. Something they can look to so that they can see what to far is."
"I like those too, I just use them to see how much farther I need to go."
"You really like pushing the edge don't you?"
"The edge was made to be pushed. How else are we going to know what's beyond it?"
"We could ask the birds."
"Wheres the point in that if you can be a bird? I wouldn't want to give that up."
"The birds wouldn't want to give up their sky."
"So its better
Baby Sitting The baby fell asleep in my arms today. It's not like she hasn't done it before but this time all I could do was sit there and stare at her. She was so beautiful with her perfect lips and tiny fingers clutching my shirt for subconscious comfort. There is nothing quite as perfect as a sleeping baby. Her breathing was soft and even, and her tiny eyelids fluttered as she dreamed of lovely things my selfish mind could never imagine.Baby Sitting3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As I sat there looking at her, I began to think of the people who hate me when they think she's mine. I go shopping and get death glares from the customers. I go to eat and become the scandal of the lunch hour. It seems as though a small teen carrying a beautiful, perfect baby, is a scene sent straight from hell in this town.
In crowded shopping centers or on the road, you are judged by outward appearance. Sure I get people coming up to me, asking how old she is and trying
Us You know that couple no one believed in? The ones they said would never work? The ones who were scrambling in the dark trying to get past more hurt and darkness then anyone could imagine. The ones trying to find love with no hands and no eyes?Us4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That my dear, would be us.
You know that couple that didn't have a prayer. The ones who everyone knew were doomed but who fought the good fight anyway. The ones who believed in their love with a fierce passion because it was the only thing left for them to believe in? The ones who were valiant worriers on white horses because it was the only thing between them and despair?
That my dear, would be us.
You know that sweet couple? The perfect ones that everyone thought looked so cute together? The ones who's relationship was so unexpected, scandalous and surprisingly wonderful that everyone and their mo
Is this... Love?Do you feel it also?Is this... Love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does it show?
What does it mean?
I do not know...
AsphyxiateI am confusedAsphyxiate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no clue
what to do
I once was a lover
I once had an other
She was undercover
My heart she did smother
Drain the blood from my veins
Or blow out my brains
Down my throat stuff your hate
You've caused me to
Truth and Deceit There was a woman named Truth. She was a horrible liar. Her words were pure and beautiful, like the lilting flowers of spring, they rang true. She danced in a dying world, filling it with her lovely light and chasing away the shadows. She was mocked, loved, hated, and adored for who she was, but she was real.Truth and Deceit3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She changed the people she met, allowed them to understand some kind of depth, free of the superficial awareness of human nature. She would twirl in the rain, eyes closed hands out stretched, because she loved its truth. She was afraid of the lying world that surrounded her. It seemed a place of incomprehensible sadness. She wondered if they knew that no one in it was real.
There was a man named Deceit. His words were twisted, horrible things concealed in the beauty of tragic poetry. He did not speak anything genuine. He warped, stole, and broke the truth beneath his cruel tongue because his
A ShoulderWhen she smiles my heart takes flight.A Shoulder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her beauty is radiant in any light.
Alas, inside her, emotions stir.
All I want is to be there for her.
When Angels Smile I first saw her on the sidewalk. Well actually it was in a fruit stand, on a side walk, at the local farmers market. The sounds around her were loud and hurried but she had a peace about her that made the whole world stop and stare. She was looking at the peaches, placing them gently in her cloth Whole Earths bag, and chatting casually with the vendor. Her smile lit up the place like the Madonna lit up minds. I was standing two stands away, poised in awestruck wonder, and I heard her perfect laugh echo like the symphonies of Beethoven.When Angels Smile4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn't revel in my dumb wonderment for long because just then, the unbelievable happened. She raised her Aphrodite eyes and sent me a smile that stopped my pathetic heart. I just stood there, grinning stupidly back, not knowing what to do. What does one do when an angel smiles?
Introductions passed, the pleasantries were over and done, and still we sat talking.
Will love Prevail?His skin like scalesWill love Prevail?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her Antenae long
As one side fails
the other presses on
A spark, a light, Connected their eyes
A relationship protected with covering lies
An enemy that he could not kill
An enemy that completes her and gave her thrill
A war that raged on for centuries
Alas, together, the could not be
Their duty to their nations
Forced to kill each others Kin
Reaching a revelation
that this war was not but sin
The war, no destination
The Culrpit, corrupt legislation
Fighting on, Without explanaition
The end result, Mass Damnation
Yet in all of the confusion
Seeing through the deep illusion
A choice he'd have to make
A chance she'd have to take
Will they choose each other and save the day?
Or will the war rage on and love be slain?
The Price of FreedomColored Leaves are leaving treesThe Price of Freedom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Floating down, yet are they free?
Escaping at last a yearly bond
But what if of the tree they're fond?
That loving connection that was always there
Fleeting rapidly as by my lonesome I fair.
I openned my cage, and am now free to roam
But I am free, or just alone?
Letter To A KardashianOh, for crying out loud, Kim K.,Letter To A Kardashian2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We know that you are beautiful,
We know that you love getting laid
That you are confused about love
But those are not sufficient drives
To destroy this nation's culture
A sex tape is your source of fame
Your need for attention feasts on
This country's short attention span
Civil war shatters Syria
While we Americans focus on
Your superficial clothing
If you want to bestead the world
Then do everything That you can
To encourage our media
To be truly informative
If you cannot accomplish this,
Then, please, step out of the spotlight.
The silence of a goddessthe Army Chief the lord OdinThe silence of a goddess4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
asked the goddess Frigg
if his army would win
against the enemy that threatened
the kingdom of Ásgard
help me my queen
we will win this battle
thanks to your magic
my power is immense
my valiant captain
but I do not help you
the magic is an unstable thing
if I help you now
more later in the year
you will make
the same request
My visions are a gift
but I never use it
because a corrupt kingdom
by a supernatural force
triggers the thirst for power
which causes the end of the kingdoms
my silence is a choice
to avoid the tragedy
Letter to the ChurchDearest church, body of YahwehLetter to the Church2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are counted upon to be
The bride of Christ, and yet somehow
You have lost sight of this ideal
And have come to worship standards
You impose on everyone else
Whether the fiercest perfection
Sought out by Old Testament law
Or an unwillingness to hear
The depths of one's identity
You are expecting each person
To be somebody they are not
How can you show the world God's love
If you refuse to treat people
Like people rather than cutouts
Everybody is imperfect
And exquisitely intricate
Nothing more should be expected
Mike's Hard LemonadeDear Woman Who Wears The Ring,Mike's Hard Lemonade3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm sorry. I hate myself every day for the things I think and how I think them. You, no matter your faults or mistakes, in no way deserved this. I have paid my dues and yet you still torture me, rightly so.
See I too hate the jealously I feel when I think of your hands on him. I hate the boiling hate that raises in my stomach and coats my tongue with bitter envy. I hate the images that drive away my balance and indulge insanity as a permanent house guest.
I hate the longing that fills my soul when I think of his loving words given to you. I hate the inescapable wish to steal away those precious syllables and keep them for myself. I hate that he is obliged to love you and that it makes me sick to think of it.
I hate the twisting, agonizing pain I feel when I imagine the love that I felt and how it should never have existed. I hate the fact that I have no entitlement to my feelings. I h