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
Weeping WillowWeeping WillowWeeping Willow4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weeping willow tree
Why do you cry?
Cause your branches hang
low and not way up high?
You look like you're lonely
My weeping willow tree.
If indeed you are
Then you're the same as me.
Never have I seen
Two willows in a yard.
Surviving life alone
I know this must be hard.
So when you're pushed around
By the winds and driving rain.
Just remember little willow tree
You and me, we're exactly the same.
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
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?
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
She stole my ice creamShe stole my ice cream, it was hotShe stole my ice cream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she wanted it more than me.
I could have said no, but what uncle
Would do such a thing. Hers laid
On the pavement turning into a puddle
Of sluch. Her eyes showed the entrance
Of tears and what could I do? It was
Not a choice, there was no choice.
Her tiny hands reached up to mine and
The tears, forming in her eyes, ask
Me for my ice cream. There was no
Choice then. Only the hope that there
Would be no more sadness. I wanted
To see her smile more than any treat
I have ever wanted before. When she saw
I would not resist the tears began to dry,
And I, I was treated to her smile
MissingI missed you today...Missing11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wished I could see you,
Talk to you,
Be with you.
I missed you last night,
as I cried myself to sleep...
And I missed you,
in my dreams.
I'm sorry I missed you,
as you stood next to me,
holding my hand,
talking to me,
laughing with me.
I'm missing you now,
and I'm crying to myself,
I cry out to you,
but my screams are silent...
If you knew me beter,
then you'd understand--
I'm always missing,
I'm always gone,
away from here,
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
to write love on her arms.to write love on her arms.to write love on her arms.8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the movement that started with one simple yet complicated story. the one that touched everyone's heart in every way possible. it has inspired us to do something greater than anything in the world.
to write love on her arms.
something we'd all love to do. to show people how love can and will change someone's life and perspective. to change someone's world. make them better and show them there's a much better way to go on.
to write hope on her arms.
to show her that living is possible with out all the complications. that the only way to solve problems is to take them on with an open heart. to know that everything has a reason. and that love will find a way.
to write hope on her arms.
to show her that she's not alone. to show her that we'll be walking along side her in that open yet dark road. to show her she's not gonna be the only one wearing white while everyone's wearing black. to care for her and to not be afraid of what everybod
The Road Of YesterdayThe Road Of Yesterday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Road Of Yesterday
These closed eyes have wept
Over the pain I've kept
Accepting I'll always be far from perfect
I'm tired- just too tired
A moment of peace is all I desire
Too long have I tried; too long have I endured
I just want to collapse
And let these be my last footsteps
Allow me to go where all tears are sent
I've always been out of breath
But I still continued to tread
And I feared to look in the eyes of death
I'm sore- just so sore
A final sunset is what I selfishly yearn
Too long have I searched; too long have I resided within the eye of the storm
I refuse to ultimately break
I don't want to believe in the flaws of my faith
I won't be swallowed by this void that I have made
As I reach the end of my despair
I realized that life's fractures can be repaired
And when I shed that last tear I let go of my fear
cinnamoni.cinnamon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've removed your hands
to make room for the darkness
the empty space between
your torso and floor seems
in a hospital room half a mile
from your house somebody who
you inherited your smile from
sleeps hooked to wires and beeps
consistently into twilight
like a torn valentine you post
yourself in the mail with an open mind
and hope you do not get returned to sender
the last thing you need right now
is a broken heart
if you tick the days off on your left hand
it doesn't seem so many have passed and
you can focus on the present instead of the past
and when you make her recipe for apple pie
it won't taste like a memory
there's no pain in the rainThe Rain is what connects us to the sky,there's no pain in the rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a symbol for grief,
It purify all your fears and worries,
So the next time you're sad
And it's raining,
Don't mistake it for pain,
Walk out into the street,
Lift your arms out wide,
And let it rinse you away.
The Long Waged WarLet out your angerThe Long Waged War3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let out your rage
Put up your fists
You've got a war to wage
Hatred is the key
To winning this war
And those you abhor
Ignore the burns
Ignore the black and blue
Just smash down the walls
Break right through
For your enemy is gracious
He accepts death with open arms
And never would he ever
Bring you any harm
He loves you dearly
For you he would die
He'd never ask twice
Wouldn't blink an eye
So don't shed a tear
He won't die in vain
When you stab his chest
He won't feel any pain
Only love for his beloved
Which is you, my dear
Too late to cower
Too late to fear
March right in
And claim your right
But instead kneel down
At the glory of his light
He is true love and patience
He is peace and kindness
He will touch your eyes
And heal your blindness
Let out your tears
Let go of your rage
For this is a war
You no longer wish to wage
DGM-Confessions: Chapter 1DGM-Confessions: Chapter 15 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
LifeImagine a perfect worldLife4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where oppression does not exist
We could be free without hindrances
And no one throws a fist
No one would ever cower
And we wouldn't have to strife
Just to have our voices heard,
And stay full of life
We wouldn't be consternated
At everything we do
And no matter what we become in life,
To ourselves we would always remain true
Nothing would be perilous,
So no need to be vigilant
Only peace and prosperity,
Never at all violent.
Such a perfect world
Only exists in ones' mind
There's not much hope left,
And people are still blind
Do they see they boy crying
In the corner of the room?
Do they see the girl clutch the knife
That sends her to her tomb?
Do they see the man on the street
Who has not much left to live?
Do any of them realize
What we never give?
Parents are grown up children
So why can't they remember
How it feels to be compared
To those that are always better?
We're not automatons
That'll always be the best
And getter marks than everyone
Whenever we get te
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, so pristine,Mirror, Mirror4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can you tell me everything?
You show me how I appear,
but do you show me what I fear?
Do I fear my own rejection,
or that I am not perfection?
Mirror, mirror, standing there,
do you really even care?
I come before you everyday,
thinking of another way.
Trying to find my identity
hiding in your serenity.
Mirror, mirror, who am I,
in this world that's rushing by?
I'm always trying to be tough,
but sometimes it's just not enough.
My mask is that of being strong,
and never, ever, being wrong.
Mirror, mirror, by my bed,
can you explain what's in my head?
All these thoughts are hard to take;
sometimes I think I'm gonna break.
My armor slowly falls apart,
exposing my vulnerable, beating heart.
Mirror, mirror, don't you see?
I want someone to protect me.
I need someone who'll always be there,
not someone who'll eventually tear
my heart, my soul, out of my chest,
even though I tried my best.
Mirror, mirror, broken now,
why did you never tell me how?
How crazy I coul
Musings Of a Foggy MorningTo the left is a meadow,Musings Of a Foggy Morning4 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.
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
UntitledOctober 15thUntitled4 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 experience .:car crash:.I don't even remember what I was dreaming about.My experience .:car crash:.4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It happened so fast.
One second, I'm asleep, curled up in my car seat, as comfortable as can be
The next, all Hell broke loose.
I remember it clearly.
It all started with this loud bang.
A loud bang that shook me to my bonesliterally. It felt like a freakin' missile hit us.
It jolted me out of my sleep.
And all of a sudden, sound burst forth from all around me.
It was this screeching, roaring, high wind that shook your entire body, filling your ears and ripping the breath from your lungs.
That was the first time I tasted real fear.
It's true what all the books tell you.
That is things slow down.
While my heart was racing, body in panic, and my entire self shaken by whatever the Hell was happeningthere was this odd calm.
My thoughts and actions as I remember them:
What happened? I looked behind me and saw nothing but blackness. This in itself was terrifying, for the reality of the car crash hit me at that moment. I