The Soldier's SestinaI have worn many hats in my time.The Soldier's Sestina4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starting at my birth when I became a son.
Born to a wonderful mother and friend
and a worthless, unemployed father.
The times were hard but I had to soldier
on and start school as a student.
As I grew older I became a student
of life. I learned how to let my time
pass. Going through the motions like the soldier
ant. Dad thought I was a disappointing son,
and I thought him to be a despicable father.
Dreams of another life became my only friend.
It became apparent I wouldn't need a friend.
The military would make me their student.
They taught me to be a man, something my father
could never do. In just a year's time
I became everybody's favorite son.
The Marine. The Devil Dog. The soldier.
However, with age and injury being a soldier
forever isn't feasible. The only friend
left was love. My lover grew our son
in her womb. And I became a student
of parenthood. In a short time
I would be something I never had. A father.
But in the end
My Mother's WarmthMy Mother's WarmthMy Mother's Warmth4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our home was very poor,
Few luxuries did we need.
A roof, water, and heat,
And lights for us to read.
Of these things, one and all,
The wood heater was the best.
It gave warmth for us all,
In our quaint little nest.
It seems like yesterday,
So easily I recall.
Waking early for school,
Rushing into the hall.
My room, so terribly
Cold, the hall was nice and warm.
The front room even more,
From heaters boxy form.
For several years to come,
It happened always the same.
Rushing toward the front room,
The heat my only aim.
Then one day, it happened,
The fire was totally gone.
The room, cold and bitter,
I wondered what went wrong.
Quickly, I came to know,
Like a light above my head.
The cause of the small fire,
My mom lay sick in bed.
Oh, what a fool I'd been.
The fire didn't stay for me.
'Twas mom who made it fire,
In morning hours wee.
Every morning she rose,
To make the dead fire by hand.
Standing in the frozen
Room, now I understand.
The heat I came to love,
Came not fr
Baby -MOCKINGJAY SPOILERS-Katniss stared down at the tiny body in her arms. The baby blinked up at her with hazy green eyes, just like Finnick's, just like Annie's.Baby -MOCKINGJAY SPOILERS-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you have a name for him yet?" she asked quietly. She felt very uncomfortable; the last time she had held a baby was when Prim was born, but she didn't want to think about that: she didn't trust herself not to cry.
"Well," Annie said, in her soft voice, "I was thinking something like Finnick, but not Finnick. If you understand."
"I was thinking Finn, or Finlay." Annie whispered.
"That's nice." Katniss looked up to see Peeta staring at her intently, his chin propped up in one of his hands.
"Would you like a hold, Peeta?" Annie asked. Peeta nodded and held his hands out. Annie scooped baby Finn out of Katniss's arms and set him carefully into Peeta's. He leaned back in the chair and blinked at the tiny person. He slowly lifted a finger and touched Finn's fist with it, breathing in sharply when five tiny fingers closed around the tip
Through the Eye of a TigerI can see the trees now,Through the Eye of a Tiger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I close my eyes.
The way they look with
streaks of white drooping over their limbs.
The Tigers and the Oaks
have always been one.
Sharing our victories and
comforting our defeats.
Every Tiger wants to take
the journey, down to the
open plains where the mighty
Oaks have stood for decades.
Although I saw them only once,
I consider myself lucky.
Some Tigers never see them,
but they live in them always.
An Elephant came to destroy our Oaks.
The venom in his veins
spilled out and into our soil,
poisoning our once mighty Oaks.
The Elephant thought he had won.
He thought the Tigers strength
was tied to the trees. He was wrong.
The Tigers strength is its family.
"ALL IN" the Tigers will cry!
United even closer by the
cowardly act of terrorism
committed by the lonely Elephant.
"War Eagles" others will shout.
So as to let other Tigers
know they are not alone.
We will not fall.
The Roar on the Plains will never
be louder than what it is now,
at this moment. When the
Frozen Hearts Chapter 3Chapter 3: Running AwayFrozen Hearts Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ten years of Jack visiting me, things took a turn for the worst. My parents argued every day now. I was now in high school. So because of my belief in the legendary figures, including Jack Frost, I was picked on.
They called me names such as, “Baby” and “Childish Believer.” They told me things like, “Why won’t you grow up and stop believing in Sandy Claus and the Tooth Fairy?” How they find out I believed in them, I never knew, but once it began it never stopped. I was pushed around, down, and even into walls and lockers.
No one in school cared for me, my grades plummeted, I no longer cared for school, and many a day I considered not even going. Every day I walked home depressed and lonely.
I was so frustrated with my life and it seemed Jack wasn’t there enough to help whisk all the pain away. I stayed in my room for most of the day, hardly even coming down for food. This pushed my parents further away, blam
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
DGM-Confessions: Chapter 1DGM-Confessions: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Road Kamelot and I am a Noah. This is my confession.
When I was young, I lived with my mother and my father. My father died when I was ten years old. My mother had been absolutely in love with him when he died in an accident. Although she knew I was involved with his death, she never mentioned it or tried to talk me through it.
I knew from the beginning that I was different than the other children in my school. At first it was little things, like the fact that I never seemed to get sick with colds or the flu. Then a strange incident occurred.
I was always a hard child to manage due to the fact that I was, and still am, easily bored. While walking home from school with my friend Robert one day, something caught me eye. I ran off to check it out, and because I was so focused, I failed to notice a carriage travelling down the cobbled path. Because I darted out, the horses pulling the carriage became spooked and r
Blue flowerBlue flower3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't feel a thing anymore
You wish you would, but what for?
the heart in your chest has stopped beating
The echos from afar have you denying
Even the heat in you hands has left you dying
You seem satisfied,
That the flavor in your mouth had dried
Stepping on the ground with confidence
Telling yourself : "I can now go on with no hindrance"
But there's no way you can stop yourself from dreaming about it
You despise it but you keep on looking for it
Trying to get used to that burning silence inside you
When you keep on listening to that love song played behind you
You had no clue
That it had already gotten into you
The feelings you thought you expunged
are there still hunting.
The old weak self of yours
had already been exhorted.
Still, as a nightmare
she's found exhumed
above the ground laying
as a flower awaits for the warm sun
she's waiting for that special someone
...will it ever be a way for that little blue flower
to bloom one day?
Lost FaithThe preachers and the priests,they sayLost Faith4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't let them take your faith away
I was good,I did as told
I read the bible,new and old
And my faith,it stayed strong
My love was something that would last long,
It was so easy to imagine myself an old woman,still going to church every week
But eventually,they got to me
And my faith broke
But it wasn't from the lies or curses,
Words the 'heathens' spoke
It was the very people I was raised with
The priests and preachers and the holy men,
The ones who sang the loudest
And the ones who prayed the proudest
The ones who once told me,
"Jesus will always love you,as long as your faith stays strong"
But they said
If you want to be gay,be gay
But don't you dare call yourself a Christian
Because Jesus doesn't love gays
Can you believe,
These were the people I trusted with my life and soul?
Each week,worshipping with them,it made me feel alive and whole
And now I fear
I can't go near
Can't face their condemnation
LongingPatches of orangeLonging4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is all but a gloom
Days are so alone
In only one room
My nights are so cold
My days are so long
Being without her
Nothing is more wrong
Three months have come
Three months have gone
Each day a sunset
Each day a new dawn
Eyes like topaz
And hair of gold
My love for her
Is ever so bold
Not seeing her now
Is killing me slow
Go to her soon
Running I must go
Faster and faster
To her I race
Longing to see her
Coming face to face
My life and my love
My heart and my soul
She engulfs my world
Making my life whole
Living to love
Each other so close
Like Romeo and Juliet
Without the final dose
A kiss of her lips
A touch of her hand
Coming together as one
This woman and this man
No one can surpass
From within it grows
Shining through to the out
Her beauty is all I know
Wings from an angel
And song from a choir
Setting my heart a glow
Like the eternal fire
With love for all
Her heart is filled
I take the most
A kiss and it is sealed
Separated by fate
Living our destiny
Side by sid
ForeclosureWhere are they now?Foreclosure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
emerald city slums,
dirt in the sky.
The child fell off his bike and
skinned his knee. He cried when
I tried to help him up. Ants carried
his blood away. We don't need
that kind of pride.
A woman in Pasadena sold a slice
of toast with F.D.R.'s face on it.
I thought it looked more like you
standing in the rain.
We were asked to recreate the Gospels and
you suggested Michael Bay.
Some things never change.
Columbus found America,
the same way Descartes found existence,
the same way my brother found bourbon
the same way a horse finds religion.
It was always there so
just be careful with it.
We're all afraid of snakes.
Musings Of a Foggy MorningTo the left is a meadow,Musings Of a Foggy Morning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun rising just above
that surround the dew drenched grass.
A perfect Sunrise,
all purples and pinks and cream
shadowed by the remnants of Night,
and accented by fire in the sky.
Opposite that is a field
by a river
And all that the Fog touches
Rusted trucks and weeping trees
none are warm
none touch the Sun
so close at hand.
And on the rural road between
We AreWe Are the generation who never learned how to speak.We Are5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We Are the offspring of the decade
20 years hence.
Post 60s love, 70s drugs, 80s hair.
We don't know where we fit. Not yet.
We were the last to grow up on Sesame Street before it was unsuitable for children.
We are. Statistics.
Lost in a world that doesn't recognize us. We let our different colored ipods define us.
We are. Plugged in. To every one else.
Caffeine-addicted alcoholic cyber-socialites.
We are. 3-am internet junkies.
Learned our 1s and 0s before our yes's and no's
We are. Complacent uncaring electorates.
We think joining a Facebook group is an act of protest
We are. Godless. And Godful. Indifferent and morally pretentious
We are. Affixed to our LCD screens.
The Network manifest, Viral Video machine.
We are. The self-destructive invincible
We are. The philosophic insomniacs
Unread blogs of misplaced ideals, deified.
We are. A cavalcade of unwavering conformity
The will of the collective unconscious.
Mirror, Mirrormirror mirror on the wallMirror, Mirror3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who's the fairest of them all?
must you count my every flaw
slash my heart and make it raw
mirror mirror on the wall
tell me please just what they saw
from my faith I start to fall
in this pain my heart does call
UntitledOctober 15thUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where to begin.
I don't know what to do.
Have you lost as much sleep as I have?
Are you tired too?
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
I never gave up on you.
Was it wrong of me to think I could keep you?
I always thought this feeling would be mine alone.
You're everything to me.
I'm nothing you.
It's plain and simple, really.
They said you weren't coming back.
I didn't want to believe them, I wanted to hear it from you.
Are you still here?
I can't find you.
I thought I lost you somewhere among the twists
And the turns
And the dead ends.
But you were never really there at all.
So I'll burn all my bridges and leave this all behind.
I'll erase every smile and take back every sigh.
I won't stop until I can breathe you in again.
This is it.
This is what being helpless feels like.
And I don't like it one bit.
my body is a funeral servicethis morning i emptied your ashes into the sky, hoping to watch them sift through my fingers like an eagle taking flight. but the wind carried them backwards and my face became an ashtray for memories. you came back to me, like you always do, like a kiss or a reoccurring dream that i can never forget. i became cloaked in black grain, the remnants of your body. your cremated smile was caught somewhere between the stinging in my eyes and the ash on my jacket.my body is a funeral service3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
in that moment my body became a funeral service. my lips preached your names to the trees. i forgot what it was like to feel anything but hymns pressing down on my back like the heat of the sun. i smelled of incense and bones burning in a fire people are paid to create. it was more than i could bear. for weeks, i obsessed on how someone could lift a motionless shell of a body into an inferno, watch people die a second time and accept their paycheck at the end of the day.
i wanted to step into that crematorium and pluck pulses like f
Trials Chapter 2Trials Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or its contents
Okay, I'm in a speeder, wearing a very uncomfortable dress, with the guy that almost got me killed by Mandalorians. Great.
I shook hands with Lux, and then quickly pulled my hand away. ''I'm AhsBreiiaa. Breiia Teska.''
I was tempted to say ''Ahsoka'' but to keep my cover (which in my opinion was a miserable failure) I had to train myself not to even mention Jedi Padawan Ahsoka Tano. Or even mention the Jedi. Or the Republic. Or anyone I knew that had died. Or Leia and Luke. Whoa, my subjects of conversation were greatly limited. I knew nothing about being a noble. I couldn't talk about my normal day. Or how I barely escaped death. Or how I was betrayed twice in one day. What can I talk about? NOTHING.
Say nothing. Anything I say will give away my cover. And I'm not particularly good at changing my voice. And I've already talked to him. He knows I'd be chan
Monster -- scene prototype Liza Provita weaved her way through the forest, drenched. Having been left behind by her relatives in their rush for cover, she was only a little bit lost, a situation aggravated by the worsening weather. But it wouldn't be dark for several hours, and she knew the manor couldn't be far. So she pushed on.Monster -- scene prototype3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With an exasperated sigh, she bunched up her infinite skirts in her fistsonce pale-blue, now muddy-brownas she tromped through the mud and the rain in a most unladylike fashion. She herself couldn't care less about what she looked like, her thoughts more preoccupied with the current task of getting home. But she could imagine even now the acute displeasure that would be her Aunt Yvette's. She envisioned the tall, bony woman in her mind's eye, saw her thin, painted lips puckering as they always did whenever things were not going to her liking. Liza, she would scold, her eight-or-so layers of skirts forcing Li
A Thought to Reflect Upon.As I watch your peaceful slumberA Thought to Reflect Upon.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot help but wonder
what would you do if your entire world
was suddenly torn asunder?
If all the things you thought you knew
turned out to be a lie
which is the lie you'd most deny
and not believe as true?
Chain ReactionsI have a problem. It's called bulimia. It's an eating disorder. And it's killing me.Chain Reactions3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's a chance for control. A chance for power. An opportunity to control something in my life for once, instead of my life controlling me.
I'm just beginning to realize how each of my problems relates to the other. I'm beginning to realize that the situation I'm in was self-inflicted.
I have huge problems with self esteem. I've always compared myself to others. I saw myself as not good enough. Never smart enough. I was never pretty enough. Never thin enough.
So I faked things. I faked like I was stupid and didn't care about school or grades or my future. I faked like I didn't care about my appearance.
I faked like I was okay, when really, I wasn't.
I realized that I have OCD. Piles of books have to be in a certain order. Colors had to be arranged properly. Everything needed to be where it was supposed to be. And I ALWAYS save the best piece for last.
That last one might not
I'm YoursWhen you hold me close,I'm Yours6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kiss my tears,
And whisper in my ear,
When you tilt your head down,
Look up at me,
And smile cheekily,
When your thumb strokes my hand,
Our fingers intertwine,
And I feel your warmth,
When your breathe caresses me,
You speak softly,
And I feel your heart,
When I sleep in your arms,
My head on your chest,
And you hold me tight,
When I feel your lips against mine,
I taste your tongue,
And we smile,
When you fuss over me,
You take care of me,
And make me feel so loved,
UncheartedUncheartedUnchearted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Home is where the heart is.
Where do you go if you have no heart?
The end is where the start is.
How can you proceed.
Without a fully motorized engine?
The inanimate body still bleeds.
How can we function and operate.
Without a soul purpose?
Love and pain refuse to cooperate.
Life becomes incomplete
The journey becomes obsolete