GroveThese paths are lined with your twisted-root intentions,Grove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
growing up into twisted trees.
They grasp empty hands at astrological signs,
and shadow me.
The night breathes fullness into shadows
and steals the hanging dust from the light,
leaching everything from gold to white.
I don't know if this is peace within your mind, this stillness,
or a slow and steady rot from inside- oaks that survived
fire, only this way to die.
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Book of
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again.
2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent.
3 These are the words they speak in vain,
"Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him.
Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence.
And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us.
And lead us not into similarity, but deliver us from the collective.
For thine is the prison, and the scorn, aimed at abnormal men."2
1:3 1 7 Lovely Sins, Quintessence 1, New Testament
1:3 2 Hope's Prayer, Quintessence 43, New Testament
The Book of
1 Behold, these are the sins
for which you shall be told to repent
Tanka Series 61.Tanka Series 66 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an old rumor...
in the sugar bag
of the summer crickets-
at the love names
we trade in bed
my wheat crusts
for the birds-
the best I can do
not black enough
to fit in...
a stray dog
as if waiting
to notice her-
must be wifeless
on the front step
nodding to a song
I never liked?
When I turn 25When i turn 25,When I turn 254 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My needs will decrease and my shoulders will broaden.
I will not drink, but I will be watered.
Each word will be weighed, but never wasted.
My breath will be God's breath,
and I will Father -
When I turn 25,
I will grow a beard.
I will not drink.
When I turn 25,
I will be a garden to be stepped into,
cool, calm, warm-smiled and
"I know your pain
and your path" I will say.
"Let me show you the way. There are stones ahead, and waters,
wild, white, and cold-fanged. Here:
Put your foot like this, and this. I know the way."
When I turn 25,
I will be a pillow and let
your head and your body rest.
I will drink, and in the morning
your tears will be gone.
For now, though,
I am fabric, a bit of lint,
pre-shrunk, ready to be stretched,
frayed at the edges, and torn.
no titleI have carried this, my heartno title4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the stones and the smoke and the dark
in this black minecart
from the dark and the smoke
from the yoke of a man whose soul
was a hole deeper still than this;
And so I ran.
and the beat of my feet on the rock and its teeth
and the bone when it eats at the meat
and the marrow that longs for release
and the blood when it lies like a starfish
in the the dark and the smoke and the ground
Bright blinding light.
TV societyWhat we think,TV society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what the screen blinks.
What do we know,
but what were told.
We hold in regard,
a system thats tarred.
Devide and conqure,
the global agenda.
We are all decieved,
false knowlage recieved.
between people of all nations.
We will soon see,
What do we think,
what the sreen blinks.
Fading Flickering FaultsFading Flickering Faults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
Autumn Tanka Series1.Autumn Tanka Series7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
far beyond me
of a brown bat-
my distant lover
he finds an empty
this wayward cat
with a missing tail
Dad never mentioned
with his new
in this autumn field
do I notice
buys a Buddha
tai chi practice
in the backyard
into the harmony
of roots and mud
up the mountain-
of coyote prints
from the bread box-
what old man Basho
oak leaves cluster
in a lopsided pile
in the middle
of our kiss-
I give myself over
to autumn love
Bits of Nothing 61On paper you're perfect.Bits of Nothing 614 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isn't it a shame the world isn't made of origami?
A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.A Pocket Full of Sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads you, you must always do for me one small, beautiful thing take a handful of the sky, and place it in your pocket. Take a handful of the sky, and remember, always, that your feet need not always be imprisoned to the ground. Anything you could ever wish for, Lucie, can be yours but only if you study hard, and always feel the freedom of t
First KissI look at you, I'm nervous as hell, hoping against hope that you'd kiss me.First Kiss3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The empty street, the soft porch light, your hazel eyes are all I can see.
You lean down slowly, gently, letting your soft lips brush against mine.
You do it again, again, and again... We completely lose track of the time.
On my toes, your fingers lost in my hair, my body moulding to fit yours perfectly.
You kiss my neck, my heart hammers away, your lips tasting like heaven to me.
I was eighteen and never been kissed, until you came along, weakening my knees.
With you it was perfect, as it should be... Would you kiss me once more, please?
YouYou5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you know how much I want you,
How anxiously I miss you.
How much is there to go without you and how my heart beats because of you.
It's like the way my heart grows,
With each moment I am with you.
Just there's never enough in lonely moments when I am not with you.
But I know how much you love me too,
How there's tomorrow for everything.
Yet your smile alone makes me think of nothing else but you.
NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,Nonexistence6 years ago in Open More Like This
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.
My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?
I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.
My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,
I think that's 'cause real light brings nothing but fright:
It's bound to discover
all crimes, neatly covered.
I pray to a God because maybe he is,
unlike me and the world,
in them I miss
something to reach.
Tread LightlyFeelings are like landmines.Tread Lightly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A simple haircutI found myself sitting in a barber's chair, a mad barber, a truly loony fellow, my brother Joe. Now why I ever agreed to this in the first place escapes my mind, I think it was a bout of temporary insanity, or maybe I was drugged. But whatever it was, I was in the barber's chair. And Joe wore a look of sadistic glee upon his face. I thought about running, but he was my brother, he wouldn't do anything to harm me right? Right? He has the scissors and I hear a snip, and he chuckles. I panic. What has he done? It's too late now, he's got me into the barber's chair and he has scissors, big, scary, pointy, capable of doing harm to my psyche, scissors. And there's another snip, I'll never be able to face the world again.A simple haircut9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Snip. Oh god.
"I need a time machine", I think to myself, "I can go back and stop myself from ever willingly allowing my brother to cut my hair."
Snip. I've started to cry by now. Huge crocodile tears.
He laughs, and all the color drains from my face. A laugh, th
Sirius is...Sirius Black is fragile. Whether or not he allows people to see it I have seen. Ive seen how he masked his insecurities with a ladies man image how he grinned and smiled and joked around. Ive seen his face fall when they mentioned the girls hed shagged. Ive seen him force a smile back into his face and laugh in a way that reveals his pain, though he hides it beautifully.Sirius is...9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have held him when he came into my bed sobbing and wouldnt explain his tears, but just that he needed someone to hold him. I have watched him snuggle into my chest, sobbing his eyes out, about whatever demons he refused to talk about. I have felt his breath calm and his eyes droop shut, I have watched his face fill with ease as he joined the world of sleep.
Sirius excels at hiding his feeling from everyone. Even me. We were snuggling on the couch when he asked me if I loved him. Of course I did. I explained to him that I loved him very much and he started crying.
TriumphTriumph4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
pescuind din sufletînaintepescuind din suflet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
îmi alergau cuvintele în stomac
ştiam ce să scriu,
ce să cânt
şi ce să tac.
din când în când,
în graba lor de a se face auzite,
silabele se ciocneau între ele
aveau loc adevărate catastrofe fonice
eu le ameninţam cu tăcerea,
ele mă ameninţau c-o să sângerez gânduri
şi o să mă arate lumea cu degetul
spunând că nu ştiu să-mi educ cum trebuie cuvintele.
ţipam la mine să tac,
s-a făcut linişte.
OrdinaryMost people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.Ordinary5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You w