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will you please use number 17fascinated,will you please use number 175 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
led to holes where
grasses cannot grow,
courted away
from the same old stones,
the same old stories and heroes.
hung my poetry
from a lonely pole,
danced around it and blew smoke,
counted on no one
remembering the glow,
the shadows and bones and the way home.
The Somnambulater1 year ago in Emotional
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UndoneCome. Please sit.Undone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We need to talk for a bit.
The mistake is mine.
Wasn't thinking right.
I'm just lost. No light.
The dark is closing in again.
Stop. Please wait.
I don't want you in this state.
The fault is all my own.
Didn't think it through.
I'm scared. Life's askew.
Heart and mind are shutting down.
Wait. Please forgive me.
I didn't think to look, to see.
My error has cost so much.
Won't forget I killed your chance.
Ruined something special. Stupid, senseless stance.
You are a wonderful treasure.
Help. Please.
I'm drifting away on a chilling breeze.
I've lost you; I've lost me.
Can't stop what I've begun.
I've ruined
Vacated RemembranceIt seems I cannot win,Vacated Remembrance3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nor can I end this torment.
Your voice still rings in my ears,
but not in sweet, subtle tones.
All I hear now are nails
on a chalkboard, a distorted
remembrance of better days
when you had not betrayed me.
These hours seem so empty.
(love builds...
a bond of trust
frayed – falters)
Brian Shuffett/Ron Kirkland
February 21st, 2010
just like we rehearsedshe sprawls relaxed claws,just like we rehearsed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i forget courtesy and curse at it all.
her head and mine can find solace against softer walls.
bitter this talk and call if off,
call it lost to the mist and dust and frost.
her heart and mine will chalk the floors and stay star-crossed.
which west is westwhen i foundwhich west is west4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
god in spatters i didn’t believe in love—
seventeen and gone, i still don’t believe in love.
turn your lies my way, point them at the ground,
layer their names in every sound.
when i found
nothing in hearts and eyes i didn’t mind—
seventeen and gone, i still don’t mind.
IsolationI sleep throughIsolation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the daylight hours,
evading the premise
of mortal sanity.
My mind draws
no hope from
the confines of this
glimmering light.
I seek solitude,
embracing the
comfort of dying
apart from you.
-Brian Shuffett
March 21st, 2010
The Illusion of YouThe Illusion of YouThe Illusion of You4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This vision you have crafted,
For all the world to see,
It exists inside your own mind,
It has no basis in reality
You think...
That what you feel is true
But I know that it's not,
I've seen the real you
Living a lie,
When inside you've died,
All of it done,
In the name of pride
You choose to sanctify...
You!
The illusion of you,
That we see,
Has cracked on the surface,
And it bleeds,
All the years away...
This illusion of you,
That you need,
Has so many holes!
And yet you wonder why...
No-one believes...
In the illusion of you...
The words you say,
Have no place,
In this day and age,
And yet y
Die For YouYou say I've given you nothing,Die For You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you can hold in your hand,
But there's so much more to love and life,
Than you seem to understand
All these contradictions,
Between what you do and what you say,
Why can't you get it through your head?
You can't always have it your way!
(You ask me what I'd give,
To you, just to please
You're only happy when I give,
When I'm on my knees...)
I'd give you anything!
Even my last breath of life,
Heaven for myself, I would deny!
Can you feel it across the miles,
As I cry!
Can you feel it as I fade,
As I slowly slip away,
Can you feel it...
As I die for you...?
The power of persuassion,
Th
OceanicI stare intoOceanic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea of
all my dreams,
and I would drown
in your river
if you would but
grant me release;
(this is the ebbing out to me).
The numbing water
holds me transfixed,
as the waves
soak and lap
at the remnants
of my tired soul.
-Brian Shuffett
April 3rd, 2010
LightningLightning8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cracking, smacking of the thunders rope
Sky full of electric wonder
Glowing in the dark
It lights itself up
Watchful eyes are now so humble
It rains so hard that it stings
As it is dancing
Drip, drip on the tin roof
So calming'
Dark clouds roll in
on once a sunny day
And lightning strikes so close
Yet so far away
How beautiful the sight you see
distracting as it maybe
It catches your attention
A moment in time is seized
By Rebekah Owens
Copyrighted @ 2005
I own this copyright poem
Why I SwimI'm very nervous. I stand before the block with my cap on and my goggles on my forehead.Why I Swim3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I shake my limbs, trying to stay warm and focus on the race ahead of me.
The heat before me finishes and climbs out of the pool.
I put on my goggles and slide into the water.
With my feet on the wall and my hands on the handels, I swallow, concentrating.
For a moment the noise around me dims. I am completely focused.
All I can see is the block in front of me and all I can feel is the nervous energy coursing, pent up in my muscles.
"Swimmers, take your mark."
The noise comes back in a rush. I can hear the crowd. I can hear my friends yelling my
Ghost Of TitanicI'd rather be leg shackled,Ghost Of Titanic9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the Ghost of Titanic.
No matter the cost,
Of whether I panic.
With half a brain I collapse, my companions,
Fall with me down a bottomless canyon.
A shot in the dark, broken in half,
Looking for golden memories' stash.
Past is given and scarred by loneliness,
You think you're right to believe in his holiness.
Maybe I'm right, and maybe you're wrong,
So maybe I'll wear a 'Vote for Bush' thong.
THE ART CRIMES: AvalancheTHE ART CRIMES: Avalanche8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Avalanche
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by CaveCanem42 *
There are strange places in our hearts, and we must kill so many memories to visit all of them.
You scared me so much when you told me this story, but you reminded me also that I wasn't even alive if you hadn't gone so deep. Then I listened to your story again and again, and each time it was different:
There's a tree in the midst of the world, a tree with many branches and a million leaves. Like all trees this tree is alive, but unlike other trees he's there for a very long time, and Avalanche breathes us in and out all the time.
Avalanche breathe
Gift-Verhängnis-Gift9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ich weiß, ich muss vorsichtig sein, stets auf der Hut.
Hier beobachtet dich immer jemand, der es auf deine Haut abgesehen hat.
Und egal wer es ist, immer sind sie vollkommen unsichtbar, eins mit dem Dschungel und wenn du sie siehst, ist es bereits zu spät.
Meine Pistole verschmilzt förmlich mit meiner Hand.
Jedes mal, wenn ich die tausend glühenden Augen auf mir spüre, beruhigt es mich, sie alle quasi per Knopfdruck ins Jenseits befördern zu können … oder wo immer sie glauben dann hinzukommen.
Bei Tag ist es eine vollkommen andere Welt als bei Nacht, aber nicht minder unheimlic
BluthundeEntschuldige, aber ich glaube, du verstehst nicht ganz…Bluthunde9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was denkst du denn, wen du vor dir hast?
Jemand unterlegenes?
Untergeben?
Unterwürfig?
Du scheinst ein bisschen weit oben zu sein.
Komm,
komm runter zu mir und ich zeige dir, woraus Träume wirklich gemacht sind.
Nicht so schüchtern, Kleiner. Sehe ich so furchteinflößend aus?… Na also…
Das? och, nichts weiter. Nur ein … Spielzeug.
Und jetzt sei ganz still.
Still, sag ich!
Es tut nur am Anfang etwas weh. Vertrau mir.
Oh, du willst noch nicht sterben?
Das ist aber schade, richtig bedauerlich … weißt du … ich auch nic
Mirror, Mirror...Mirror, Mirror...1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Mirror, Mirror...
Or: Just A Man
* A poem by Beau Cyphre *
Mirror, mirror on the wall
What you're seein' is pretty and tall
Small am I compared to you
Connecting worlds is all you do
You're doing this so perfectly
You make me want to be with thee
Touching her hips, kissing her thighs
Parting her lips, making her rise
Over the top and up once again
I can't stop 'cause I'm just a man
In Oz: These Mighty PrayersIn Oz: These Mighty PrayersIn Oz: These Mighty Prayers1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Never knew what they tried to say, but thinkin' about it, it must have been through all the times the same:
"We're here, we're alive. And how much we wish we could stay!"
New PositionNew PositionNew Position1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
* A poem by Beau Cyphre *
I'm not here for pageviews
I'm here for the fun
And if I can't get it
I surely will run
Over mountains and through valleys
As fast as I can
To reach my new island
Untouched by these hands
That created a place wonderfully alive
As long as it didn't fell for a real foulish prize
To be the first in line won't set anyone free
Creating deviant art means a new way to be
THE ART CRIMES: Vom Wolf und der LiebeTHE ART CRIMES: Vom Wolf und der Liebe2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Vom Wolf und der Liebe
* Eine Geschichte von Beau Cyphre - mit einer Illustration von Augenss *
Ich mag das Verspielte an dir, das spontane Feeling dieser Aufnahme! Das Foto hat etwas sehr Kindliches, sehr Unschuldiges, und dennoch ist da noch etwas, das zeigt, dass du es gleichzeitig faustdick hinter den Ohren hast.
"Danke : )"
Du bedankst dich? Braves Mädchen! Deine Großmutter hat dich gut erzogen. Wer weiß, wozu es gut ist? Denn es war einmal...
So fangen alle Märchen an. Märchen, die gut ausgehen, und Märchen, die ein schlimmes Ende haben. Es war einmal ein großer, böser Wolf, d
RealizeRealize2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I realize now that I never really knew what love was til you came along
I now know I used to believe in a lie, that illusions had me deceived
That's why my heart was usually broken, my dreams so often crushed
It was because I never really got the real feeling, I never knew how it felt to be loved
My heart didn't know how to accept it, just had dreams to believe in
My life had been meaningless, my dreams empty
They all lacked of truth that was always out of reach
Unknown worlds of feelings, devoid of anything but greed
But you showed me differently, when you came along
You stepped on my life and changed its course
A light that h
THE ART CRIMES: The Witching..THE ART CRIMES: The Witching..3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: The Witching Hour
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by indospan *
Whoever said that witches are ugly creatures - what a liar he was! Just look at her: La Strega - and tell me, isn't she beautiful? So obviously devoted to God, lips red like wild cherries, and oh, what a fool I've been!
When I knocked at her gingerbread house's door finally, I couldn't know who'd open, but as she stood in front of me I should have run, run, run as fast and as far I could have managed to.
And now I Iay here on her bed, wishing, waiting - and I cannot move. Maybe I don't want to, 'cause "secret wishes always are the magic things
THE ART CRIMES: SchattenspielTHE ART CRIMES: Schattenspiel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Das Schattenspiel
* Eine Geschichte von Beau Cyphre - mit einer Illustration von Elleka *
Für Alexandra. Danke, dass du mich mit nur einem einzigen Bild so vielfältig inspiriert hast!
Ich mache sie bei mir aus, die Lichter, weil ich im Dunkeln besser sehen kann. Ich sehe ein wunderschönes Mädchen, das mit Licht und Schatten spielt und durch seine Bewegungen Wunder bewirkt: Das Ambiente wird Teil deines Körpers, die Szenerie ist Theaterbühne und doch viel mehr, wird Teil des Spiels und Ausdruck deiner Vision von Schönheit, und mit Lights out erzählst du ein Märchen. Du erzähl
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