An open letterI'd like to write about meAn open letter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the plainest words,
or, better yet, not utilize
a human tongue at all.
For words are seldom meaningful
and only sketch where they should strive
to care- and thoughtfully describe
the detailed truths and hidden lies.
Yet still I wish to write of me;
explain, in detailed sketches
things I do not understand
nor ever hope to have explained.
Consider this an open letter;
friend to friend,
from fool to fools,
a message to the wind:
Were I to tell you of myself,
in person, not in written word,
I'd joke, tell excerpts of my life
and never show the storm inside;
This storm, so meagrely described
by all I'll ever do or say
is source of what goes on in me
of motion, movement, peace and strife;
It leads me from without within me,
lets me dream the world outside
with waking eyes and fully conscious;
paints the ways in front of me.
In some ways I am good and righteous
or at least prefer to be
shown other situations you would surely
break your bonds and ties with
As the AirI'm in love with the air and the cries it carries to meAs the Air6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love that which I cannot see, nor hear, nor touch
And yet I feel it
The only true love I've known
During a life of heartbreak and disappointments
Oh! To meet the air. That which has come over me
What should I do? Dance with him, lay with him?
Tell he that I know not what his troubles may be
That I love him?
What is it to love that which does not exist?
Love does not see, nor hear, nor touch itself
It is as the air to me
So I find that it is love that I love
And nothing else
Behavioral Expectations.Decent behavior is a reasonable expectation that everyone should rightfully be able to have. In a classroom environment, people cannot get along as a group and learn what we must if the collective group fails to cooperate. Everyone should be equally expected to behave in a civilized and respectable manner. Chaotic arguments waste everyones time. It is important to respect others as well as be respected yourself.Behavioral Expectations.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a teacher, you should have the power and the control to make the class listen and cooperate. If you give students cause to respect you, they may do just that. However, because you spend so much time cultivating negativity throughout the classroom, class time is being sacrificed and your leadership is being compromised.
As a student, I expect that my teacher will control the class. Yelling at students cannot be tolerated, as it creates a hostile learning environment, wastes extremely limited and valuable learning time, and is extremely disrespectful to the students. Stu
Communicate your questions"Your proximity un-weaves meCommunicate your questions6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
threads and scarecrows everywhere:
Who cuts, who sews, who dares bring sorrow
to this live
(but you, my darling
killer, lover, cold and bloody?)"
"Your proximity bereaves me
all I had just yesterday
lies scattered on the ground and
in your pockets, dark and dirty
(how do you find time to make me
hand myself away each time?)"
"Luckily, in utmost darkness
no one knows who really stands
who really stares and preys at whom
or if the feeling in their hearts
is more than salt and wind and dust:
A move, a sudden turn, a thrust:
A knife, because for you I must
see through the darkness
(bring the end)
walk through the mornings
step through the fire
(steal the heat)
wash states in ice
"I like the way you turn around."
"I think it's in the way it kills.
I like the way you bring me down."
"That comes with expertise in scars."
Maybe this is LoveI. L o v eMaybe this is Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A longing so deep that just the slightest touch of his fingertips could make her feel connected to something greater than herself.
She remembers the last time he was with her.
His arms wrapped around her, folding her into his chest. She loved feeling of being so close to his heartbeat, but she knew that when he finally let go, he would have to leave. He would kiss her goodbye and hours later he would be sitting on the plane, maybe feeling the same tugging in his heart that she did.
I love you, I love you. Please come back to me.
II. D i s t a n c e
The space between here and there is an entire ocean's length away, and some mornings she wakes up tired and exhausted after swimming through that ocean in her dreams.
She sits there in the middle of her bed, the light pouring in through her half-drawn curtains. She wears his jacket; it smells like him, though just barely. The scent has long since faded after the months he's been away. And y
FriendshipFriendshipFriendship5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our lives pass like a dream,
Revealing only what is on our minds.
Inside the prison of the self we see
Each object as a shadow on our wall.
Nothingness awaits, as sure as night.
Did I not have you, dear friend, I might,
Shadow on a shade, not be at all.
How much we need a word beyond our sea:
In love and laughter, thoughts of different kinds,
Perhaps, with luck, unraveling a seam.
SorrySorrySorry5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've screwed up pretty badly,
And I don't know what to say.
My only option, sadly,
Seems to be to go away.
Only your forgiveness will
Restore this love gone cold;
Redeem a lovely friendship
You and I might have and hold.
circles in the sand.you will be drawing circles in the sand when he finds you.circles in the sand.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'why are you bothering to draw in the sand?' he'll ask. 'the waves will only wash your circles away.'
you'll finish the circle by writing love in the center, then you'll stand up to answer him, hair in your eyes from the wind and sand on your face.
'because maybe it won't get washed away,' you'll say. 'isn't it a chance worth taking?'
and instead of laughing at you like you expected, he'll smile. 'yes,' he'll say. 'oh, yes.'
you will be weak with lack of sleep, drowsy and stumbling, and he'll catch you before you run into the wall.
'go away,' you'll tell him. 'just go away.'
'no,' i don't think i will,' he'll say. 'want me to tell you a secret about you?'
'no,' you'll murmur bitterly, but that won't stop him.
'see, you have this dark view of love and hearts,' he'll say. 'for one, you don't believe in love, or the fairytale happily ever after kind. because it always gets washed away, doesn't it? that's how you see it.
bleeding out.bleeding out.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. there's blood everywhere. it's all different shades of red. crimson, scarlet, blazing ruby. darkened in some places. it's slipping into the water and adorning it pink.
ii. pink. thulian. rose. carmine. puce. (puce is a yucky word, it sounds like throwup.) nadeshiko. coral. persian. carnation. salmon. pink in the water and its slipping out over the whitewashed walls onto the floor and it's going to drip and go through the ceiling like that one time a couple years ago. i hope dad doesn't get mad.
iii. it doesn't hurt anymore.
iv. it's sunshine outside and everyone is smiling. i'm a kid again and the world is all crayons and swingsets and people and i can see butterflies.
v. promise me you'll take care of yourself.
vii. your smile is what's in my head. you had pretty teeth. they were white because you didn't eat the junk food that made me fat you wished you could though. diabetics never have any fun.
viii. i can practically feel my body deflating like a balloo
hide and don't seek.i remember how we'd go to the park.hide and don't seek.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the swings were rusty, remember? you were always the one pushing me in the autumn air, and i was always the one giddy with laughter. when we got tired, and our breaths came in shallow gasps, we'd go play games of hide and seek.
[your favorite hiding place was behind lies.]
sometimes i found you, crouched low to the ground smiling up at me. i was always scared that you wouldn't come out when i called 'i give up now.'
but you always gave yourself away to me, sometimes unwillingly.
[your deceptions were see-through, once i looked past the velvet curtains in your eyes]
i remember what missing you felt like.
it was like the music in my heart stopped playing. it was like i was pulling my hair out and biting my nails until they were bleeding and i was screaming, 'please come back, please come back.'
and when you did, i wished you hadn't.
this is how you managed to kill me, tearing pieces away from exactly the right places,
ripping, cutting, sla
Winter In WarsawWinter In Warsaw4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She took my hand that stark winter's night
Somehow I knew we would be alright
Pale frost gives way to mid morning chill
I wait by the steps of her apartment block.
She smiles and waves from her windowsill
A quick kiss hello then we start to walk.
Down by the banks of the Vistula river
The sun takes heed to the falling snow.
A glint of her eyes sets my soul a quiver
The feeling she brings to my life I bestow.
The Mermaid statues put my mind at ease
In some ways they make me feel unafraid.
Blankets of ice cover the nearby trees
Huddled as one on the park bench we laid.
The world felt so right as we said goodnight
I took the tram home passing by Old Town.
A gorgeous sight Praga Północ shone bright
Like an uprising king reclaiming his crown.
December reigns down in a white flurry
We catch a show at the Tygmont Club.
The night grows old but we dare not worry
Taking in the music of this local hub.
We cut through Praski Park, all
damn.you sit,damn.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at cracks
in white walls.
and your only thoughts
are of this summer
how on diving boards,
how on friday nights
for a hole
in the sand
how red 'x's
and how turning
isnt always possible.
Paper BoatPaper Boat4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I made a paper boat today, sealed it with wax so it couldn't sink
And on this day, I put my dreams in a box.
A beautiful box, carved by a friend.
I put it on my little paper boat with a candle, to light the way.
Made a wish on it
To travel far away, like a fish.
I put the boat in the lake and gave it a push
Watching it sail away.
Someone walked up behind me, took my hand in theirs and led me away
Only asking, "Why?"
"Because they need to go to someone else."
In my head I think, they get to choose, whether to keep them or to pass it along.
And that's how the world is.
A dream is born, it may die for awhile but someday someone new will give birth to it once again.
That will be a day to remember.
confession flavoredwe made love long-distanceconfession flavored7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an art form
my forlorn reflection
and her quiet
bits wed to
pieces in piles
and no intention's
out of me
scratch and sniff...I will not bescratch and sniff...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the end of my
for short shrift
your code is
we'll see who
CarolAmber waves across the seaCarol7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They beckon all to dance with glee
Come not close to the amber tides
Sadly here a ghost resides
Her name was Carol, and she fifteen
When along came a man, handsome and keen
Her brilliant smile and hair spun gold
Brought such fervor of men so bold
He wooed her gently, a smile, a kiss
As Carol floats on the sweetest of bliss
He took her heart with startling ease
But claimed such virtue a tormenting tease
My sweet young dove, I love none other
He begged a kiss beyond her flutter
She gave her virtue to loves desire
But soon his interest spanned the pier
That man made a promise hed never keep
My sweet young dove, Ill die, else weep.
Beyond this fortnight, I shall return,
My love for you shall evermore burn!
And so young Carol made her vow
To wait for him and never prow
Upon the cliff, shed wait all day
Until ships glancea glimmered ray
Each dusk would come; her trapped in game
Lamenting her past, fraught
around a mouthful of coloraround a mouthful of color7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caress & contain
DarkThere is a plague upon the sun:Dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A limitless plenty
have discovered its power,
and have called for an expedition.
They have discovered a treasure,
determined its value,
and are willing to sacrifice.
Now the workers, factory in tow,
siphon the star with steel and scythe.
They breathe very little,
and their hearts are hardly beating,
for they have found a way around
the necessary requirements for living.
Connected to this pillar of insanity,
this factory in the sky,
is a belt.
Long and winding, it is where the bricks are laid:
pieces of the sun, transported back
to be sold and bought,
bargained and dealt,
to feed the freezing people
of the planet Earth.
You can see their fingers,
grasping at the fire,
their arms laden with the lighted cache.
They have forgotten the meaning of a quiet sunset,
falling into the western sky, the red sun making way for a silver moon.
Now, as the men in their suits drink the star like water,
they have forgotten even themselves:
a people drunk on a persistence f
steps.one.steps.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first step is always
the hardest, like learning
to breathe and swim and wish
and sometimes, you sink and
sometimes, you need someone
to rescue you.
but when you finally learn,
it's like locks clicking and
hearts singing and holding
hands and suddenly,
everything makes sense.
you held sadness
close to your chest, content knowing
this is something no one
can take away.
and then you start to think
that maybe, happiness could work like this,
and wouldn't that be amazing?
realize that you
want to have happy dreams
to put in photo album memories,
and you want
to write a letter
to yourself and it would say
you are beautiful
and you want
to believe it.
wonder if black holes
only pull things towards them
because they're lonely
you could keep them
realize that you shouldn't
let your past
ruin the present
or the future.
the only ghosts and demons
chase them away, away,
i haven't found this
DriftwoodDriftwood4 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.
Suicidal ThoughtsDeath, drugs, and violence.Suicidal Thoughts10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's this world coming too?
Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows.
My eyes are open, my hands are fisted.
Deep inside, I'm warped and twisted.
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled.
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted.
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted
falling.he told me:falling.7 years ago in Other More Like This
when i think of falling,
i think of comets and
insomnia and midnight
rushes of emotions and
breaking down just to feel
again. he told me
when i think of falling,
i think of you.
but this is okay, because
falling things cannot be
you have always been the most
beautiful in a quiet way, like how
the moon outshines the sun, and you
have dreams like uncut glass,
waiting to be shaped or dropped or
maybe both and
you promise you won't let me
but i think, i think that maybe
i already have and you can't
undo the past and there's no point
in trying and
you are the kind of dream
i never want
to wake up from.
Lucent LullabysLucent Lullabys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm writing for the first time tonight;
When the love is strong,
And the stars are bright.
Writing for the future...
Writing for the past,
Just to see how long it shall last.
A whispering presence
Of company beholds,
Grasping the words and within they mold.
By the gentle strokes of the pen,
Portraying hurt, but no sin.
Resting at Nightmare's Inn.
Waking up to everything, but still wondering why you've been, where you've been.
Fore love has grown,
The mystery ebbs away and the darkness is gone.
Yet passion is extravagant,
Bursting from the roots.
Life is so much sweeter, when you've found the golden loot.
So for the first time tonight
The writing came to me,
But it is all because of thee.
Thy may not write the swiftest words,
Or speak the chosen sentences.
As Influence has minor and master keys.
Confusion must unravel
To see the beauty within;
Of a poets words, Of a blind mans thoughts, together in a den.
Forever this may withhold,
The MendingI shiver, earth splintering,The Mending6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heart wrenching shiver.
This is love,
A whispered silence
envelops the hidden corners,
awakening deep recesses
of my shattered esteem.
Your touch bound together
my ribs, my arms, circulating
my broken bones.
When did they break?
You say goodbye.
Sliding the ring from my finger,
I smile, one eye teary,
I loved you; as you did me.
As we part, the thread is tied,
my body aches from stitching.
Thank you, I whisper.
An ache so deep,
so resonant. You never did hear it.