ParchedYour voice cracks like disasterParched5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and falls across a grand expansion
For a time, I pray for rain
But only lightning comes crashing
Down upon my cracked soul
On the way to somewhere
Where dew grows like jewels
On your fingertips
On the way to someplace
I Feel I've been there before
Can I grow without you?
A sculptor-less masterpiece
Waiting to emerge from cold marble
I've waited years, yet remain lifeless
Concealed among hidden fractures
I pray for rain; still entombed
Watching lightning dance;
While I burn under the stars
Cracking like words of disaster
Your every word cracking everlasting
Psychic VampireYou huddle in the light of dayPsychic Vampire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by the masses
You hide behind your smile
The truth hid behind glasses
Clutching deceit in your soft, warm hands
Cradling it close to your chest
Protected from eyes that pierce the heart
And expose captured truth in your breast
You have lost your humanity
Somewhere along your travels
What used to be is lost in time
As your dignity unravels
You have wrapped your soul
In darkness foul; in hellish soot and ashes
And clothed it all in smoke and mirrors
Velveteen and sashes
And so you walk among us
And we, all unaware
Expose our souls to your dark need
Lay all our innocence bare.
Children--rictameter ChildrenChildren--rictameter6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can be seen in their eyes
Grandma's Christmas SweaterShe wore it all through the holiday seasonGrandma's Christmas Sweater4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The end of November saw the end of fashion reason
It was bright; a screaming green and red
She wore it everywhere except in bed
With festive trees and sprigs of green holly
Capering elves and Santa so jolly
The bead work was exquisite, I cannot tell a lie
And the sequins, oh, the sequins would make Liberace cry!
But this was not just a feast for the eye, but of the ears as well
For if you squeezed Santa's nose, he played "Carol of the Bells"
And I can still hear the sound of the jingle bell's chime
Whoever made that sweater, it should have been a crime!
Constant battle between remembering and forgettingI never liked geography.Constant battle between remembering and forgetting1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because of the boarders.Not because of the towns.
But because it's painful to admit how much the distance hurts.
I never liked literature,either.
Not because I didn't like to read.Not because I didn't like to write.
But because in every word I saw him.
I never liked music.
Not because I hated music,I loved it.Not because I wasn't good at it,I was.
But because in every note,I heard his melodic voice.
But,I hated history the most.
Not because it was hard to remember,but because it made it impossible to forget.
Tearful PuzzlesTearful Puzzles7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time seems to tick by ever so slowly
As the thoughts and memories of you occurs.
A tear forms, trickling down my cheek.
Everything around me (except the pain) becoming a blur.
I sigh as I let myself go back in time;
Seeing puzzle pieces scattered all over the table.
Me sitting in your lap, arm around your neck,
Watching you place a piece carefully; this memory seeming like a fable.
Another tear chases the one before it
As I picture my little hands
Trying to force a piece to fit unsuccessfully
Into the picture of rolling hills and majestic lands.
Taking the piece from me, smiling at my inability,
Placing it exactly where it needed to go!
My frustation shown distinctively on my face
As I pick up another piece. Putting it in the right place? "Oh,...no."
My heart joyful when I finally place one.
You watch as your eyes light up and we both smile!
Its still hard knowing you are gone
Seems so unreal, even though its been a while.
Tears filling my eyes as I lean forward,
Black FridayOh, the joys of black Friday!Black Friday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The crowds of drowsy citizens
Lined up for free coffee and donut holes
Women fighting over packages of socks
(They're two for one!)As the piped in Christmas music
(That sounds like something Santa uses to punish
Naughty elves) drills through our eardrums
Why can't I find anything on my list?
I circle the store, hoping for magic
To change my cart's contents
To something my kids will actually like
And finally, oh, joy!
The isle of musical decorations!
Push every button and watch
As Santas gyrate like Elvis
And reindeer have
a blue Christmas without you
and my brains melt out my ears in a puddle
Look! Elf hats!
Thank God for cell phone cameras
Now the world can see me
Wearing the elf hat that plays
"We are Santa's Elves" as the
Jingle bells on top spastically wave in the air!
Happy frickin' holidays!
Ho Ho .Ho!
A Walk in the SunI walked in the sun todayA Walk in the Sun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The early spring flowers
Turning their faces up to greet me
As lazy bugs grumbled at the motors
Purring in the distance
My legs flexed and stretched
To cover ground
I kept time to the beat of my heart
And the intake of breath
And smiled at the others
Who came out to soak
In the weak, but welcome rays
One never can tellOnceOne never can tell4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In a dream
I saw you
Should I step back?
twisted passion behind all of itSee, they are both playing this game,they are both bad people.An unstoppable force and an immovable object, neither can win. Even though he thinks he's better at this game than she is,she's making it clear that he's playing the victim but he's just as guilty as she is.She wants to see him suffer,she wants to crash him,she wants to see him in pain.They are mutually destructive,muder-suicide type stuff going on here.twisted passion behind all of it1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
He's just like her, bad news. They fell in love and are each punishing the other because they can't really help it. He wants to get back to her for hurting him, but he'd still give up everything for her.
She knows that her love for him is going to be held against her.She wants to make him regret ever meeting her.
Because nobody steals her heart,let alone breaks it!
His goal is to damage her much as he can, he sounds like such a sadist.
But he loves her.And she loves him.And they won't leave this path of destruction,they won't stop until the other i
To Be YoungTo be young again,To Be Young6 years ago in Open More Like This
To feel the spring in my step
Like a pogo stick on a hot summer sidewalk
The pulling and bunching of muscles
Like well-oiled pistons
And the fluidity of movement
Like a birds carefree swoop across the sky
To feel laughter like blood in my veins
And summer like a never-ending melody
That sings, sings in my ears
Like the twilight call of crickets
And the cool of a sharp moonlit night
To feel passion like sunlight on my skin
And to burn with a fierce desire
Like pitch in a roaring campfire
To feel the surety of black and white
And not know shades of grey
Or longing unanswered
Or loss immeasurable
Oh, to be young
8:30 A.M. Mountain TimeI was late for work8:30 A.M. Mountain Time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I always put on my shoes
in front of the television
and watch the news
I wish I hadnt that day--
I saw buildings burning
death from above
who had no wings
I cried for them
I sat on the couch in
stunned, unbelieving silence
staring at the carnage
that had already passed
It was 8:30 A.M. Mountain Time
It was 10:30 Eastern Time
I was late for work
I watched the South Tower fall
over and over and over again
then, the North Tower fell, too
over and over and over again
I cried for them, too
and then I heard about the Pentagon
and about Flight 93
my shoes remained untied
Work would have to wait
Today, too many people died
© John Hardesty 2001
Mirrors--TankaWhite wisps of vaporMirrors--Tanka6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
taking any shape they want
softly scroll the sky
reflected in still water
vanity serves no purpose
Warm CookiesShe curls her tailWarm Cookies5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A little white paw
And looks at me
From the sheet
Of warm cookies
She lies upon
Down to My BonesTake me down to my bonesDown to My Bones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strip me bare of all the clutter
The jumble that has become my life
Lay me in a soft bower
Scented sweet as new cut hay
Sunlight glinting through cracks
And shining gold in arcs around me
Let me feel the leather of your hands
Rough distress against the smooth
As ardor, long forgotten, is relearned
Restore me; revitalize me, rebuild me
Take me down to my bones
Words...Words...Words...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling no feeling
I am going to explode
High and light headed
stuck under something
reaching for the sky
Keep em coming
something to rely on
that is out of my grasp
Night TerrorsNow I lay me down to sleep,Night Terrors6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I slid my hand between the sheets.
I will lie before I wake,
I know the Devil, my soul he'll take.
Guilt and Anger fill me up,
Hands are shaking, I've had enough.
This went on for way too long,
All my thoughts of sleep are gone.
The eyes on the walls watch me now,
The room seems alive somehow.
My eyes are wide open still,
Someone shoot me, I've had my fill.
God is good, God is great,
With Him now I feel no hate.
I rest easy with Him here,
Always now, I feel Him near.
S. NoteS. Note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
Their last words...The rain.Their last words...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So cold and pure on the merciless streets of the city.
She walks alone.
Her legs slightly wobbly.
Visible in her beautiful amber eyes shinning from the citys blinding lights.
She stops in a dark alley.
A sinful needle drawn out of her bag.
Needle piercing through her pale and flawless skin sending in the vicious poison to her core.
She cant take it.
Lifes too hard.
People are uncaring.
She suddenly starts to hurry.
Somebody is waiting for her.
Rushing through the noisy streets.
She stops in a park.
Waiting for her.
She approaches him.
Hugs him tenderly.
Holds him in her arms as her legs collapse.
Her world is spinning and slowly fading away.
Her last words.
You are the only person I wanted to see before I died I love you
His eyes wide.
He shakes her softly.
But its no use.
Her eyes are closed.
To be never opened again.
if you dont understand...If you dont understand what im about; if you dont understand who I am; if you dont understand why Im the way I am .if you dont understand...7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Wrap your mind around this.
If you dont understand why I dance, you need to watch me dance again. Look closer. Look at my eyes. Can you see right through me? Like im made of glass? You see my heart, you see my veins? You hear that music? Thats me your hearing. The rhythm my blood, and the beat my heart. Without this I can never be. If you dont understand run it back again.
If you dont understand why I laugh, you need to listen to me again. Listen closer. Listen to my voice. can you see right through me? Like im made of sky? My lungs my brain, Filled with air and thoughts of joy. Look at the sky, youll find me there. Look in the ocean, youll find me there. Look in the center of the earth, youll find me there too. I laugh at myself, I laugh at everything
Childhood of a Serial KillerAt age three, he discovered wax. He stuck his fingers in the flame of a candle at his birthday party, and poked the wax until it scalded his finger and formed a white crown on his fingertip. Two days later, I caught him pouring wax on the cat.Childhood of a Serial Killer6 years ago in Horror More Like This
When he was six, he took his neighbor's pet frog and put it in a tray. He filled the tray with water to make sure the frog didn't dry out, then he put a lid on the tray to make sure the frog didn't escape. Then he put the tray in the freezer for a week. He also did this with his sister's pet fish, his uncle's pet rat, and a butterfly he found in the garden.
When he was eight, he went over to a friend's house and seemed to take a special interest in their dog. After he left, they noticed it was missing. They found it a day later, all of its fur pulled out, having gone through the drying cycle in their washing machine eight times.
When he was ten, he took one of his grandpa's hunting traps and caught a raccoon. He couldn't figure out how to open th
DeathThought of death kills me....Death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I hear complete stranger died
I feel wave of sadness wash over me and I cry,
I don't know why,I've been that way ever since I was child
I remember,I was four or five,
An old man was on TV,holding a speech,
I asked my mum "Who is he?",she told me it was Pope,
Later that night,I found out that he died.
I remember,I hid in the hallway and I cried.
It had nothing to do with religion nor with God,
I just felt really sad for the old man that had to die
Ten years later,my grandma comes to visit,
She tells me our old neighbour has died,it came as no surprise,
She was old and sick,it was just matter of time,
But sadness and pain hit me just as hard,
For I felt sorry for old woman that had to die
Death has never scared me,
I understand it is natural part of life,
But everytime it comes and takes another life,
I feel like part of me dies
And emptiness that washes over me,
Strong urge to cry....
Death softly kills me,every time it takes a life,
Part of me fo
Earthbound - page 2 Finally free of Tossin’s clutches for the day, Taeira and Korren hurried down to the courtyard to meet up with their friends before supper. Maybe they would have time for a game of earthbound. They came down the stone stairs leading to the inner court yard, just in time to hear Devi complain, ”And I just don’t see why Father wants anything to do with someone like him!” She shook her fair head and looked between the two boys in front of her for confirmation, hands aggressively in her sides.Earthbound - page 22 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
”What’s wrong?” Korren asked, coming to a standstill behind her.
Laren sighed. ”Same old. Devi’s complaining about the Keeper,” he said, his usual, good-natured smile a little worn as he glanced up at Dann next to him.
”Well, he’s a monster!” Devi said, turning fiercely on