To my PerceptionTo my Perception3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Could such be real as this,
The four limbed flower,
With soul and potential,
Before me now with arms open?
Do these tired eyes,
Weary from the bags
That they carry without end,
Deceive by this blessing?
This oasis of a woman,
Who bears the love of Heaven,
Giving to me, it by a single kiss...
To my perception, I am awake...
I am awake and alive,
In the arms of this heart and soul.
Beneath the wings of grace,
Undeserved to a single bit of this.
She is real, to my perspective...
She is love, to my perception...
I am whole...
I am happy...
NothingLike a cicada's shell,Nothing6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When he's moved on,
Just as empty, as hollow,
When all that is good is gone.
And I don't understand,
Why it feels weird to cry,
It was like second nature to me,
To see hues of blue in my eyes.
My skin feels cold,
Someone's dancing on my grave,
And I shiver, like a child,
Who's struggling to behave.
I'd do anything to forget,
This type of pain,
But there's no type of drug,
Just the dulling sound of rain.
I just want to scream,
And feel anger on my skin,
But there's nothing there anymore,
Just echoes of feelings within.
The lights are too bright,
And I can't see the stars,
It's too loud to hear the
Fallen Angel's GraceWith the grace of a fallen angel,Fallen Angel's Grace6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She lets the snow cover her tracks,
Can't keep running from what she knows,
She'd flee the country if she had a map.
Wind roaring outside a stained glass window,
Your face in a frame by her bed,
I knew you put it there by purpose,
So you can casually drift through her head.
Her silhouette danced before you,
You watched in awe on the street,
In slow fascination, you reach for her,
But she's not yours to meet.
In another life you held her,
Watching the stars change their course,
And she faded away into dust,
So you try to beat an undeniable force.
She had a child, a little boy,
You watched him
Midnight Glow UnderwaterThe wind whips over the empty beach,Midnight Glow Underwater6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're standing by my side,
Hand in hand,
Watching the moon slowly rise.
I mistake your caress for the air surrounding,
And your kisses chase clouds away,
The stars bleed light onto us,
You ask me, in a whisper,
"What would you like for Christmas?"
My eyes scan the dark beach,
I squeeze your rough, warm hand,
Point to the sky with delight and sigh,
"The moon. Bring me the moon."
You pull me onto the sand below,
"The moon?" you ask,
Brushing my hair off my smile,
I pour sand into your lap and nod,
"Bring me the moon darling,
Bathe me in eternal moonlight,
So that we never have to leave th
YOU are *perfect*Please, never forget:YOU are *perfect*3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everybody is perfect.
And that includes YOU.
Life SucksWhen we die inside,Life Sucks4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How does the world look?
Like an open book
With blank pages?
Or a vortex of gray
That no one notices?
Tom in AfricaBlazed by the hellbent burning sun, he let his eyes wonder far away in the never ending sub-Saharan plains, his thoughts even further, back in the cold and anonymously packed by busy London streets. He realized, with a sense of tragic urgency, how unfairly heavy the burden of innocents became an unbreakable chain cast by men long gone. Men who came to conquer, who left scarred men and scarred land. Men who were chased before. Men who couldn't break the chains woven by others. Unbreakable chains of broken memories and forgotten ancestry.Tom in Africa4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His heart was swelling, moved by a flow of un-tameable emotions, his mind racing thoughts his consciousnes
TryingTryingTrying4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain shooting through my soul
I am trying I just wanted you to know
Tears flowing like a river down my face
Feeling so torn when you are away
Wanting to find brighter days
Why are things so hard when love is so easy?
Staring at the ceiling wanting that old feeling
Lost feeling so hopelessly lost
Each night my bed is a sea and I am always tossed
Wishing for a wishing well holding on to my coin
Dreaming a dream losing to a nightmare
Screaming inside my mind
Walking over broken faith
Trying to recapture butterflies with spider web nets
Trying to hold on letting go of regrets
Pain in my chest splitting my sternum into
ChrysanthemumChrysanthemum5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Silence crys for its name
that wasn't revealed yet
It is locked inside the Heart of Gaya
near the Sacred Lake
The Wind whispered to the Silence
saying that its name is Anguish
of everyone who has fear of the Death,
of the Reality,Ilusion and also of the Dark
The Silence stayed stoic
then a tear scaped from its eye
so the Silence cried
Its tears felt on the dry earth
Gaya felt sorry for it
and ordered that where its tears felt
a flower would grow
So that everybody could feel
the Silence's Agony
and the flower was called
Dirty secretSoft satin shapeless mask,Dirty secret6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glued in place
The ultimate task
To never show the face
Of simply ask.
It would be out of place.
Formless hovering cloud,
A scream not made aloud.
Sneaking slinking trail,
The tragedy in the tale.
Once upon a time
There was a crime.
A dark night of lips
Saying words in shadow.
Demon paper clips
The shatter treasure
Destroying your meadow.
Peace can be found
Six feet under ground.
Buried from the hunt
In eager waiting dirt.
Poor princess innocent,
No time to repent.
Weighed down by stone
Like just so many bones,
To moan with the wind
In a chorus of sin.
You can't rescind
The secret's win.
LoveIt is one of those feelingsLove7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you cannot explain unless
You experience it
It tastes like the sweetest honey,
Looks like purest water
Down the side of a beautiful mountain
It has the splendor of an angel,
It engulfs you in the most
Warmth ever known by humanity,
It fills you with peace and renewed
It is what keeps the universe
God gave it to us as an everlasting treasure,
Our light in the darkness
That is our corrupt world
The flame that is ever burning, it is
The Lost Princess (Temp. Title) Chapter 2 Pt. 2I stared up at the college. University of Monia, or MU, was our state college. My mythology class was on a field trip here to listen to a lecture on the myths surrounding the creation (and sudden appearance) of myths to begin with. The lecturer was a man named Jose Hayes, and he was the leading mythology expert known. He'd written a book on El Dorado, Pandora's Box, Greek mythology, and other types of subjects to do with the supernatural.The Lost Princess (Temp. Title) Chapter 2 Pt. 29 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't really care. As long as I could get out of assignments and classes at school, then I was great. Mom and Dad didn't really approve of the field trip, because of the fact that I was one of these "myt
It's Getting To MeIt's getting to meIt's Getting To Me9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't take it
It's pushing me
Pulling me under
I don't know what to do
Where to go
Who to trust
It's crushing me
Swallowing me whole
Where do I turn?
What can I say?
I don't have the answers
I need some help
I can't handle this
Not on my own
Not by myself
I need clarity
A hand to hold
Someone to lean on
The Lost Princess (Temp. Title) Chapter 1Chapter 1The Lost Princess (Temp. Title) Chapter 19 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked over the blank wall of my new room. Only white, there were no posters yet, no stories, awards, and cerulean paint splatters. Just plain white. Although I initially complained about moving to a small town that wasn't on the map in the newly appointed 52nd state, this place was pretty cool. There were about a thousand people here in Verla, but a couple thousand in the state of Monia altogether.
My parents decided for us to move here soon after summer started, and the thought of starting over seemed pretty good to me. A new life, far away from Texas, with everyone thinking that they're better in every possible way gone behin
The Guardian of the Heart and its KeyDeep in a foggy valley,The Guardian of the Heart and its Key10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A guardian patiently awaits the one she deems worthy.
She is the guardian of the heart and it's key.
She will only give it to the one she deems worthy.
Many will try to get this key
But only one will be worthy.
He who is worthy treats the key as a treasure
He does not use it for his own pleasure.
Golden with wings is this key
it has a heart-shaped gem that is the color of the sea.
It has unusual teeth.
For the teeth are creatures you find in the deep.
The guardian fends off the unworthy men
Until the worthy one reaches the end
When he finally comes and the guardian gives him the key,
He will open the doo
Ice Queen BlueIt was long ago when I shut my eyesIce Queen Blue10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No room for tears, no stomach for lies
I turned my back and cared no more
I walled myself up, hidden to the core
None could see me in my mist
I no longer fought, I did not resist
Some think I suffered beneath this rust
But you do not suffer if you do not trust
So go your way and leave me alone
I am weary of life and cold to the bone
Don't weep for me because I do not care
I was shaped this way by life unfair
The scars may not be physically seen
But they lie beneath what might have been
So just go away and let me sleep
Life has left me too cold too weep.
the ultimate Truthwhat is writing poetrythe ultimate Truth11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the act of letting
like a dazzling river
flow from my heart
down through my finger tips
to some form of media
where it will never mean as much
as it did
The Beauty Not SeenOnce opon a time there was a young artist.The Beauty Not Seen11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She could always see the hidden beauty in everything. She painted terrible storms in such away that they didn't seen so bad, and made the most horrid old women look like they were aged queens. The light strokes of her brush were happy and sweet, the deep strokes a longing for the beauty she found to flow out through the paints colors.
Offten people would ask why they see no paintings of her likeness, for the girl was very beautiful, and say that she should paint herself.But the girl had tried too many times before. Setting herself infront of a mirror she would paint herself.Yet everytime she completed her portrait she would go in to a rage and rip the damed thing up and burn the imperfection.
She saw no beauty within herself.
One day a homely girl from the next village over visited the girl's home. She saw the artist's beautiful works and immediately noted the absence of the girl's own beauty. "Why are
Lieif i lie hereLie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
among the leaves and grass and brush
i will disappear in time
only to be found the instant
winter turns to spring
BeholderChapterBeholder1 year ago in Settings More Like This
was an evening like any other. It was cold outside. There was no
difference between the seasons.
the difference between day and night was trivial. During the day it
seemd like dawn. During the night there were no stars in the sky and
the surroundings seemed even more dark. No birds twittered and no
cricket chirrped. Within this desolateness a small village fought for
one of its houses lived a family called Abay. They were quite normal.
The family consisted of a mother, a father, a doughter and a son.
Even the granny lived with them. She loved it to tell stories and the
children loved it to listen.
FairytalesFairytales:Fairytales1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
One grain of sand on a never-ending beach
One particle of water in a dream filled cloud
One drop in the most expansive ocean
You can't see it, but you know it' there
What does it mean to believe?
To think a wild dream?
To wish a wild wish?
Maybe all of the above
I will one day be with my prince...
I will be swept away by my true love...
I will walk off into the sunset with my royalty...
That is how the fairytales end
Fiction, but realistic in their own way...
They were my dreams, my hopes, my wants
Now they are something else
I think back on those fairytales, they symbolized everything
I Am An ArtistPaint spills on canvasI Am An Artist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vibrant colours reflect the life of one
I am the brush strokes
The tears of frustration
I am the sighs of relief
When colours blend together
In perfect choreography.
Words fold over words
Grey shapes on white pages
I am the stepping stones for a great story
I am the pencil that is in charge of this symphony
I am the mind that squeezes out ideas
I am the shavings of pink or white that erase mistakes.
Voices whisper through the air
Instruments abide in peace
I am the melody
I am the tune that breaks the silence
I am the rain, the waterfall of words
I speak to the lonely, sad and angry