RunawayRunaway4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
fingers slipping to tips
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
cool air and space
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
a place where
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
beyond the heavy veil.
from crimson and orange reflections,
onto the multicolored carpet below.
nature cries her tears upon
summers lush verdant
of weeks gone by.
away she goes,
lost to the forest
feet balanced upon
TreesTrees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
Master Chief: Halo 2 VacationBungie: "Hey Chief, can we talk for a minute?"Master Chief: Halo 2 Vacation6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Master Chief: "What's the problem?"
Bungie: "Yeah, uh...between Halo 2 and 3 - you know, when you were stuck in that warp to Earth until Halo 3 came out? - did you, you know, maybe....visit anywhere else while you waited?"
Master Chief: "....why do you ask?"
Bungie: "Well, it's just that one of the other employees was playing Fable II the other day and noticed this bit of history: 'Long ago, when Albion was still under rule of the Old Kingdom, a rift in space opened a portal between dimensions. Through the rift stepped a warrior of immense power, clad in green armour and carrying a striking crystal sword. Though he never revealed his real name, he was known to all as Hal. Made out of a strange material resembling glass, this sword once emitted a powerful energy when wielded by Hal.' - ....sound familar?"
Master Chief: "That could have been another warrior, that game had plenty of magic in it."
-Bungie sets a dead Energy Sword on
Please Don't Write Me Off Just YetI want to be for you what words are for mePlease Don't Write Me Off Just Yet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To drown you in every adjective, every noun
In mesmerizing waves of metaphors and similes
I'll whisper in your ear
Quoting verse after verse of silly love poems
But if they won't make you feel anything, if they don't ever reach
Through the cage of your ribs and into your guarded heart
Nothing these lips utter will ever be enough
I might as well quote tragedies
Because they're all you've ever known
You're familiar with the plot twists and unhappy endings
The series of dramatic, irreversible incidents that shape your past
If only you knew that not every story ends with heartbreak
My dear, why can't you see?
I could be your happy ending
PhotographsOur lives, it seems are photographsPhotographs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moments of joy, snippets of sadness
Beginnings of one thing, ends of another
Simple snapshots taken just to be forgotten
They are worn and faded
Beautiful, but so often left in a drawer.
BeerA glimmer curves for nautical milesBeer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pressing onto expected things.
Bleached fanta can, the messed piles
of seaweed twisted, desperately clinging
string I'll name your line to the sand
Our engine stutters a salty draw
of rough wood cuts and calloused hands
You sit cross-legged, eyeing the shore
for lunch perhaps, a wrist on your dress
The other trailing a sliver of hope
through sleek sapphire, swelling crests
Below us trails the swollen rope
of an unfastened vessel at ocean gates,
A high tide ebbs and the Rock waits.
river girlher eyesriver girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
made of pools that ripple when they blink,
and shed droplets that wash up onto
her riverbank cheeks
when she cries. she's the
river girl, hands soft that will
gently tug you under
the surface to hold you against
soft swells in the bed of sand.
she's hollow and yet full of
sorrow, with silvery
fish swimming in and out between
her ribs. with lips like seaweed
that caress you, your wrist
your shoulder, your
neck. she rests you against her silken
body, like a lover
she'll always hold you-
always trap you.
untamed, she is
unwanted. unloved, she is the
lonely river girl.
Hangover - RoyAiColonel Roy mustang lay there in bed, groaning and complaining. It was already 10 a.m. an hour past his clock in time over at head quarters. He stirred for a while and tried to massage his pounding head. He needed aspirin, and he needed it fast. He rolled over to his stomach and buried his head under the pillow and groaned.Hangover - RoyAi5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate hangovers " He complained a little more before he actually decided to actually do something about it. He lay on his back and tried to sit up. But his body just wasn't cooperating. He slammed his head down on the pillow, which was not a good idea. His head pounded and throbbed even more.
He took the pillow from under his head and pulled it over his face, put pressure on it, hoping it would help but did nothing.
"Where's Riza when you need her?" He groaned. "Wait " He slowly pulled the pillow off his face and rested it on his chest. "That's it; it's her day off today." A smug and evil smile slowly crept up his lips. "Perfect."
He rolled, making him l
Blood Stained ShoesBlood stained shoes on the path to enlightenment,Blood Stained Shoes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The path of life we all have to walk,
I'm just a young man and my shoes are clean,
When I'm your age,
Who knows how clean they will be.
Grandfather's shoes are filthy,
A pulse of their own,
Never drying unable to be cleaned,
Not forgetting the horrors they've seen.
Of time gone by,
A vigilant soldier,
Strapping young lad,
Sprung into the horrors of war,
Kill or be killed would drive anyone mad.
By the age of twenty those she were sodden,
Countless deaths by his hands,
His very own flesh and bone.
Death is a heavy burden,
For anyone to bear,
Time may pass,
Things may change,
But death on ones soul lingers in the air.
But I am young an there's a whole life ahead of me,
Decisions to make,
Paths to take,
Lets see how clean my path ahead is,
An at the end how clean my shoes will be.
LimerickAn army commander in SpainLimerick6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Felt brave as he stood on the plain:
Lifting high his great head,
He courageously said,
"They couldn' hit an el'phant at this ran--"
Lack of InspirationLately creativity has been so hard to findLack of Inspiration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking through life as if I've gone blind
Poetic thoughts: now locked away
Slipping through my mind, I wish they'd stay
I want to wander through fields of water-colored pastures
Close my eyes, become one with the silhouetted dancers
Dreary black and white, please fade away and release me
To the world of pure technicolor, and let my mind wander once more
Way of the worldI'm not evil,Way of the world4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not many of us truly are,
I'm just eager to make a difference to the world,
Maybe we need a little evil in us to get by in this life,
For its evil to survive as we are,
Can you only fight corruption?
With corrupt ways?
Asking the questions,
Discovering who I am,
Breaking down the barriers,
Of what it means to be a man,
To make a difference for the better if I can,
For how does the human race stay alive,
When we cause so much destruction to survive.
Not this life,
I will do what I can to survive,
An if I can save a life,
Together we will strive,
For a better world together,
Bettering mankind for ever.
Between Past and Future My little darling,Between Past and Future5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Yesterday I saw you in the mirror!
You were so angry that you're not growing-up faster, that you are so dependent on your family, that you don't know how love blossoms.
You were playing with sad words, trying to write a poem, to tell the world who you are and what you feel.
For a moment, I was tempted to smile, but suddenly I've realized how much I miss you and how much I want to be possible to meet you, even for a second, in the time carousel.
There are so many things I want to tell you!
I want you to know, that it was a day when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes the smile of that child who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished in my grandfather's photo.
One minute later, I grow-up...
It was a day, when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes that beautiful teenager, full of joy and happiness, who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished
For WolfeMoonlight bathed,For Wolfe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pale as a moth's wing.
Born of shadow twined with dreams,
Stars within eclipsed eyes,
Beauty within shadowed skies.
Spinning, twirling lullabies, engraved
In her snow-kissed skin.
Sunset red lips, trembled
As waves crash against the moor.
The angelic Warrior of the Dusk,
Eternal in her solitude,
I closed my eyesI've opened my eyes and I saw the mask of my tears.I closed my eyes6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Brilliant sin of broken hearts.
Lurid emptiness of silky thoughts.
Liquid loneliness of open minds.
Distance embrace of lost hopes.
Uncertainity of ghostlike dreams.
Burning passion of failed loves.
Fade perfume of deadly lies.
Tiresome waiting of unspoken words.
And White?... I did not see White!
I closed my eyes and I saw only white...
Astonishing, deep, pure WHITE of all lives.
The Morning GardenThe Morning GardenThe Morning Garden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun rose against the darkness of night ; greeting a new day
Birds sang their morning song, high in the air
Along with angels to sound pleasant
A sonata began to play
The sun placed his banner upon the skies ; welcoming a new moment
Darkness was being replaced by the morning light
Although she wanted to witness the beauty of dawn
Which is gone since the yearful night ; and then returned to start over again
Finally the sun reigned upon his zenith ; the sun shone brightly
Yet he discovered a new oak tree by his sight ; it grows
Above the the hill to the edge of the skies
Higher and higher it gets ; and sweeter the fruit it bears
On Things that Last ForeverWhen I'm in my car, I always turn the music up nearly as loud as it can go.On Things that Last Forever3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because I hate the sound of my own breathing in a quiet closed off space. That's the thing about cars; they are so cut off from everything. The barrier of glass windows and metal keeps the people outside at a distance.
But my tendency to be impersonal towards people cannot be blamed on cars.
I'm a naturally detached person. Interaction is something I use sparingly, as if one day people are going to be so consumed with their own lives that they will forget about everyone around them.
I tell myself I'm saving my small talk and deep conversations for those days when friendliness is almost entirely replaced with indifference, but really I think I'm just saving my voice for people that will actually listen.
When I'm at a stoplight, I like to observe the passengers of other cars in brief glances.
I once saw this lovely young couple, with their heads tilted toward one another, just smiling and laughing. I wanted to kn
TaintedIf only I could have tasted the bitter lies on your lips the day we shared our first kissTainted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only I hadn't drank in the poison of your venomous words
Maybe I wouldn't be spitting out the acid in my lungs
Maybe I would still be breathing
And you wouldn't have given me a reason to stop
AfghanYesterday I saw a Defender,Afghan5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
abandoned on a narrow pass.
It was a quiet shock, to see it alone,
to see how deeper stains had grown
on the ragged fabric of the driver's side.
In a different darkness, in another life,
people stopped here, centuries ago.
Washed their faces in the ancient light
of the stars and felt hard poppy seeds blow
As opiate seconds, to a finite end
Hidden in the moonlit dust of the land
CladdaghOutwards for youCladdagh7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whenever you come along.
The right way
To wear you is
Crowned in loyalty.
Inwards for you
When you've come along
And are staying.
The right way to hold you
Is in two of
Broken for you
When the magic happens.
And proving physics wrong
Outwards for you
When we make our choice.
The other way
To wear you
As a token of loyalty.
Inwards for you
When we've reached the final post.
The only other way
To wear you
Is when my fingers
Shrivel and die.
Graveyard Muse The dead grass crunched under her sneakers as she trekked through the foliage. She skipped lightly over the roses and flowers laying on top of the new dirt. She knew that these places had been recently dug, and she didnt want to shame them with imprints of her footsteps.Graveyard Muse6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walked further, to the older tombstones. She ran her fingers lightly over the patterns chipped into the stones. She read the names out loud to herself, using the way they felt slipping off of her tongue to choose.
Vanessa Wright, She read. She decided she liked this name the best out of the ones shed passed.
She folded her legs under her as she sat beside the grave. Her pen slipped out of her hand, landing in the dirt next to her. She picked it up again, using her teeth to remove the cap. With the pen poised over the fresh sheet of paper, she asked, So, Vanessa, whats your