FrequencyTell me why we keep repeating these useless clichés, likeFrequency5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if a tree falls in a forest and no one's around to hear it,
we want to hope for that tree's sake
as it's dying, at least it's making a noise;
but it's just sound waves,
like the waves of an ocean,
or anything, really, because everything is built on tides.
Even mathematical worlds like chemistry and electricity have this.
It's all come and go and light and energy and color,
and it's all got waves.
Even the science of fingertips is just touch and go.
We live on a planet pushed and pulled by it's own pet rock of a moon,
rolling around the gravitational leash of orbit.
The ins and outs of this have been recorded,
described in textbooks,
ground down to digits, and shackled to a complicated system of sines and cosines and-
forgive me if I'm just on a tangent here.
See, we're a math joke,
but I thought we were more geometry than calculus;
sharp angles, you know.
Don't remind me that waves are shapes,
and even sound has its curves
Summer EyesAs her summer eyes revealed seas of stars over our heads,Summer Eyes6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She said to me: "just open your heart and the rest will flow."
A blanket of uncertainty has been with me for so long, yet
When I reach out to her, I am reminded of what matters most.
She taught me that time passes but it can bring us closer;
Love, like a star in the distance, becomes more insistent
The nearer we get, gently forming a bond for us to discover
(As our passion burns brighter in this world of persistence).
Summarize these emotions I know too well so I can understand
The magic of this ephemeral evening, as it has me reeling
In romantic motions that I haven't known since time began.
If all we need is love, then let us spend eternity feeling...
Feeling like this - living the dream that proves my existence:
Embracing the moment in which all emotions begin to listen...
untitledi am certainuntitled6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She Dances[Here] she dances like an angel, granting life to this river -She Dances6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How could I begin to count the many ways that I love her?
Perhaps by facial features, for her lustrous eyes help the world
Come alive (bringing meaning to this enlivening evening);
Her beauteous innocence gleaming amongst bright blue ripples
With twin red roses ensconced in the golden strands of her hair
With such keen strands arranging themselves secretly on her cheek.
Oh, to place even one hand on that cheek, and to understand
The mystery that beckons my young soul with a voice of song.
Melodies flow with an essence that just does not exist when
Her benevolent presence is missing; she inspires dreams
For dreamers like us - where we're searching for signs in sunset fog
With cerise glows to muse whilst in each others' arms all night long.
This evening sure is blessed, as we spend the rest of it content
And not the slightest bit hesitant towards serenity.
I can't identify just why I deserve her in my life
But I'm glad she
DarlingDarling,Darling5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Won't you smile
I love it when you do
it's like finding the sun
after a storm
Hold my hand
and promise to not let go
I cannot stand the
thought of losing you
Did you know
The sparkle in your eyes
makes the stars at night
appear to be dim
You are like a treasure
I stumbled upon
How did I ever get
to be so lucky?
You are like a forest
unknown and dangerous
but so calming
Your lips are so sweet
that in comparison
all the other flavors
You make it hard
for me to fall asleep
for I do not want
to sleep without you
I do not know why
I write this when
words are never
good enough to describe you
Upon the ShelfRead my book slowlyUpon the Shelf6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take your time to thumb the pages,
Savour the words and
Breathe in the delicious aroma of the line breaks
Blush at the wickedness if you like
Laugh long and hard at the comedy if it pleases you
Weep at the tragedy if you must
But keep reading
Perhaps you will become a recurring plot device
A treasured character, an addendum, a creature of style
Perhaps you will be the author of my crib sheet
Little rays of sunlight will illuminate my pages
and the dust on my cover will sparkle and dance
and seem mystical for a short while before
once again it becomes just an unkempt sign of age
My book is more than a dust jacket
My story is more than a sum of its chapters
and it sits upon your shelf
A ReasonTwenty miles pass us by and this bus still lacks the oxygen to breathe,A Reason6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my lungs would hold on for greater distances if need be, for the
Only meters that matter are the ones I gather each day the Sun will
Shine on our blossoming dreams; can you see what I mean, beautiful?
Oh, as I willingly wipe away the dust from the heart on my sleeve,
I try hard not to look directly into your eyes, but the window reveals
Everything that my shyness cannot; like how the hue of blue radiates
Like an open-sky day with reflections of our future painted with clouds:
Will it be full of the everyday memories I have experienced alone? Oh,
I'd be satisfied with swing-set smiles and endless miles along beaches
As we gaze at the tide and wonder how long we have waited for this...
My lungs became empty when you filled my heart with what it needed...
Wishing once more..I stayed up for you, I waited all night,Wishing once more..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stayed here in the way that you always wanted me,
Waiting for a little sign, that this was the place you want,
That this is what you want again.
I drew notes in wispy purple clouds, and hung them outside,
I hung them so that you would know my heart,
Maybe you would look hard enough for once,
Maybe you would see what is below this surface.
I knew you liked my scent, so I made it clean and pure for you,
I wanted you all to myself, I wanted you alone in my bed,
But would you be there for long? I never knew, I still don't know,
Maybe it will be that there is space for you here forever.
So I drew hearts on stone, and let the words echo the sky,
and longed in whispers, and watched to catch your eye,
And so as that sun rose, over the distant sea, over the hills in technicolour dreams,
I was wishing once more that we were beginning again, just as beautifully as that sunrise.
Laudanum and the Moonlit NightFlattered by the gossamer glow of a blushing moon,Laudanum and the Moonlit Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scour the poppy-fields for the opiates of inspiration,
the petals brushing against my bare thighs; easing
the tense creases in my neck into shivers down my back.
What wanton joy, as I wander and wade in this sea of red,
the waves of flowers parting before me, waltzing with
the silent wake of my footsteps. I could saunter on forever,
holding nightfall by the waist; nature at my beck and call.
Why do you blush, moon? Is it because of how stark naked
I appear before you, disrobed by your own coaxing caress?
All cares do I brush aside, when on the night you do preside,
and aloft the cloudless sky, gild gleaming eyes with wonder.
Why does Dorian linger in that gray opium den for a whiff
of oblivion, when you could soothe him to sleep with but a blink
of your lidless eye? In a dream would we saunter on forever,
watching nightfall go to waste; nightly would we call out to you,
but you would never answer...
Love on the BeachI see you standing there on the beach,Love on the Beach6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my toes digging deep in the sand,
attempting to gain proper footing
before my heart takes over
and forces me to run,
into your awaiting arms
that are attached to your perfectly tanned body
that is covered with a pair of ripped up blue jeans
and a shirt that probably saw its last good day
in the summer of 1998.
Ironically that was the last time I was on a
beach staring at someone with eyes like yours,
piercing deep into my soul, but this time my
soul cries out for you to hold me, to catch me
in your arms and gently lay me on the blanket
there at your feet, waiting for our bodies to lie
on top of it; tangled so badly that no one would
be able to tell where you ended and I began.
So I stop thinking and start moving, slowly at
first, so that I am sure that this is exactly what
I want to do, then I speed up quickly throwing
one naked foot in front of the other; gaining
ground quicker and quicker because I am being
Fated TimeThe shadow lingers on the horizon,Fated Time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
faces blurring in the mist of worry.
Time stand still, Halt, I command thee!
I don't want to loose this momentary diversion.
Bitter sweet it is the taste that hangs on.
Just a moment is all I ask but
even that must be too long.
I command thee again but time has other masters.
Twinkled star moment, where have you gone now?
Oh how sadly poor my heart feels now,
now that it is realized and lost.
Please my master time, give it back to me?
The Mistress of Fate shows sorrow but time looks not back.
That is its blessing and its curse.
Always forward, always marching,
never giving a second of thought.
Why won't you turn for me?
Where will I find peace and rest?
Oh fate and time, two who have known it all,
Have mercy on this old soul.
Fate reached for me, understanding in her infinity eyes.
Her touch left a mark but all I heard was her words.
"Sweet child, seek peace in peace, love in love and end in end.
I am merely the wind and time has no ears."
Without Youyou may not know it,Without You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you shine brighter than all the stars:
what is life without your breath?
days weren't quite as lovely
when your lively presence wasn't
and now that you are here,
I would care if you decided to stay.
words are just words when they're not about you;
they lack such finer feelings and passion true
from someone that knows they can mean much more.
you touch the world as you allow its meaning -
your shy fingers giving so much
and asking for nothing in return.
your passionate tracing elevating my spirits,
as I lose focus and wonder:
how can I repay the favor?
you deserve kingdoms in your pockets,
wisdom in your palms,
diamonds in your eyes,
and a world free from wrong.
your dreams should be free
from flash-floods and heart-break -
but you should have learned [by now]
that I'd hardly make it a priority
to want to wish you harm;
I can't begin to describe the known universe
without first bringing you
PoetryIf poetry is art,Poetry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shouldn't mine be better?
Shouldn't I be able to show off my artistic genes,
and accomplish my artistic dreams,
and not end up living off of cans of beans,
buying crappy used jeans,
because i'm living beyond my means?
Well, I certainly hope things don't turn out that way.
So I guess i'll make a living off of something with better pay.
I suppose i'd better start to pray,
That I do end up becoming a therapist one day.
At least I hope so.
'Cause this poem sucks.
Heated HeartsLet my heated heart act as the master of candlesHeated Hearts5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That which all nightly-stuck stars shyly seek to live by;
A romantic inferno always burning - knowing
That love resides in all souls, never ready to die.
Darling, I've seen life but I've never felt it 'til now;
Oh, my love for you, whom I've come to dearly adore,
Transcends all roles, and rules, and rights - all limitations -
As we admit our fondness and submit to this shore.
My luck has surely changed from glass to gold, as I hold
Your hand and puissant soul with the tide witnessing
Magic and memories being set free from our touch;
Filling the lonely gap between distant lips that sing
Arrangements of passion in tune with these lapping waves -
As I hope to never have to wave goodbye, for this
Moment and mood are all I could ever wish for; with
You and your soothing ways changing my heartache to bliss.
I've heard you sigh in my dreams - breaths that have left me with
Anticipation and hope, surfacing as I dress
And pretend to make myself r
Confessions of a KingAlright! I did it!Confessions of a King1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That mouse outside was mine.
And yes, when it's itchy,
I do scratch my behind.
That broken dish was not the dogs!
Poor Mary was outside...
Those scratches on the curtain?
It was me who did the crime.
So next time you're not looking,
and the dog does bad bad things,
just remember these my friend:
the confessions of a King.
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herselfto map sunrises...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometimes the ends of the earth means
Africa or one city over. that it's okay to be afraid of
I will tell my daughter that life is teetering across
the bridge, that the panic building in her chest is okay;
that good love is waiting on the other side; that better
love is holding her hand; and that the best love is her own
voice in the back of her mind, saying "
La Magie de la MusiqueLa Magie de la Musique4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La magie de la musique
La musique en harmonie de sons
Comme dans la lumière les glaçons,
Chuchotant amoureuse à l'oreille
Dans les fleurs de l'été une abeille,
Sifflant serpent dressé sur nos têtes
Dégorgeant des bêtises l'arête,
Brume enveloppante d'un champ de neige
Feutrant de nos rêves le manège.
Ricochet d'un poème sur l'onde
En envol de magie à la ronde.
Complice au creux de la nuit secrète,
Pénétrant dans la chair qu'elle feuillette.
Ensorcelante en rythme soutenu
Qui engourdit la raison sans retenue.
Drogue dans la danse et dans le geste,
Alchimie qui rend agile et leste
Et qui cadence longtemps après
L'écho des pas dans le matin frais.
La musique en harmonie des notes
De la partition qu'elle se tricote.
La musique, en un rêve de fabulation,
La musique, en spirale de modulations,
Ajuste sa tonalité à notre humeur
Et puis son rythme vient cadencer notre c
A Mere GoodbyeA Mere Goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If all your words are,
Just a mere goodbye,
Say no more.
To you goodbye,
May be just a new beginning,
But to me Goodbye,
Is but a sad ending,
Waiting to be forgotten.
I do not wish for loss,
I do not wish for goodbyes,
But I wish for a world
Without such empty regrets.
If this is how it must be,
Then please say no more,
Because those words are empty,
Empty like the sunset,
That bids farewell to the day.
I do not wish for you, Anymore,
I do not wish for another you,
But I do not wish to hear,
Such empty words of disappointment.
If all your words are,
Just a mere goodbye,
Say no more.