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But in absence of the heartBut in absence of the heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
.
I
I don't want elongated days
or shadows that curve & stalk round corners
or even segmented hours,
the next one unattainable.
I never look too far forward
in fear
in fear of
something changing
the second after eternity
and then nothing will go to plan.
Atop a hill that whispers to the clouds
there lies valleys only seen from here,
valleys usually pathways trodden
to see this monstrous mound
(and not so deep at all).
And gloomy seas set in feathered cliffs,
the rocks are sharp to touch
but from the shore
are statuesque and sculpted
by indecisive tides
that tease my toes
in knowledge they have seen the hidden seabed
&
The Battle with the MilitiaIt was a dark and dreary dayThe Battle with the Militia7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the forces of evil in that forest barely held at bay
Six of us began that trip
By the end two had been given the slip
There was Kyle Bronze,
Looking quite like the fonz
There was Hampton Ice,
You never looked twice
There was Nurse Joy,
Just a little boy
And myself, ray tumbler
The one great humbler
These were my companions three,
Quite a fellowship you must agree
None of us knew what the day had in store,
Only one of us had been here once before
That was the courageous Kyle,
Who would serve as our guide for a while
We traveled for many hours,
Trusting in this guide of ours
We crossed rive
New DayA new day, one so hopelessly lostNew Day10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost to the rejoicing of friendship
Forever friends? Is that your wish?
Mine, mine is different, one filled with many adventures
Adventures that cannot be fulfilled alone
Alone, I am, and Alone I shall be.
Why are you pushing away?
You say that you care, but really you hurt.
Hurt, You hurt me inside, meant or not, it happened.
Why? Did you have to hurt me like that?
I gave you my life, my soul,
You took it without giving back, that should never be forgiven,
But, alas I cannot stay filled with anger, and I forgive you
As I always have, and always will.
~Andrew Redden February 17th, 2003
.Love.I love that word,.Love.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sound it makes
as it rolls of the tip
of my tongue.
I love the feeling I get
when it is uttered
in an area of total silence
and this sound
is the only
one to be heard.
I can see the small little hearts
appearing,
as that word is said.
And following that,
a trail
of pixie dust,
coloured a rainbow hue
in the sunlight.
If it were a food,
it would taste
like freshly baked muffins,
coming right out of the oven,
still steaming
with warmth
as the water vapour
slowly cascades into the air:
disapeering,
but leaving behind a feeling.
That smell,
of freshly picked roses,
or perhaps
the faint waftin
For Amy Part 1.You're the color of my life.For Amy Part 1.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're the painted tapestries and walls
of my hearts cathedral.
You're the Picasso of my enchantment.
My sanctuary from the fright of life.
You're my pop queen delight.
You're the reason I live.
The reason I fight.
ruinWhere's the promised lightruin3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at the end of this tunnel?
We're tired of this fight
this restless struggle.
We've crushed another dream
and caused a little trouble.
Our world catastrophe.
and we're dancing in the rubble.
Self ruin isn't right
but it sets us free.
Our clothes fit too tight.
We're not what we're meant to be.
HandGrenadeLook at this mess I've made...HandGrenade4 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm a deadly weapon,
a clumsy, slow motion Hand Grenade.
I see that you're afraid,
believe me baby I understand.
You're holding the barrel of a loaded gun,
in the palm of your little hand,
and that's never much fun,
when it shoots a bullet that's slow and sad...
Green Monsterstanding in the rainGreen Monster5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my mouth wide open in rage
swallowing tears
pondering clichés
and the flesh on my tired bones
time's a crippled ghost
my god isn't real
he is just a green monster
i smoke every night
Haiku - 2Our existence isHaiku - 25 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
so frail but we're tricked into
believing we're safe.
The leaves and the grass
have a tricky memory
and the air is sick.
Cosmic gravity
Massive floods and Polar Shifts
To make it all right.
Call it what you want
Nibiru,Marduk,Serpent
The Great destroyer.
It's coming for us
and now there's nowhere to hide
I just want your smile.
NibiruIt seems evolution is catching up with usNibiru5 years ago in Other More Like This
and there really isn't a future anyway
This was the best it was going to get
No legacy, no left behinds
So live for today
Because tomorrow isn't a promise
It seems my whole concept of time
it's warped and off balance
There aren't any leather sofas
and libraries
This was the best it ever got
and I am happy
It seems this is the happiest
I've ever been.
Amy H.A flip of the switchAmy H.5 years ago in Other More Like This
The Big fluorescence stops
As you prefer it
Here in my cold smoky room
Here's a song for you
The 80's you hate
and im so into you
A song i sing horribly
You know it's really for you
You roll your Hazel eyes
You smile a smile
of trust, love and lust
The same one I always throw your way
when you speak of secret lovers
who don't exist
A giggle and a flash
And we make the trade
Your soul,
For my heart again.
Sacrifices no one can understand,
are Whispered from soft, damp pillows
Promises of Love
and limitless devotion
Just so you know
This room is always so empty
without your smoke
Your breath
the
TomorrowTomorrow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With each day that passes, another tomorrow comes.
and with each tomorrow that comes,
so does my soul grow more fragile.
It becomes difficult, as the years grow longer
to find the fragrance of the once loved
that's been snatched away from me.
It becomes irrecoverable, the once beloved sight
the heart that has grown fonder
is broken.
But while every moment passes
and with each second that flies,
the value of the memories we shared
neither ripens or depreciates into nothing
but remains unchanged, as if perpetual within time.
For even after one hundred tomorrows,
or even after one thousand tomorrows,
the signficance, of what you
I Still Believe In SantaI Still Believe In Santa5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Still Believe In Santa
by Dauna Beutel
I've seen the rotund pretenders and sat upon disingenuous knees.
I've tugged the glue off cotton beards and stood in line, to please.
But, I still believe in Santa, his reindeer and his sleigh…
his jolly self... his toys, his elves... and every year I say...
Dear Santa, please remember us, we grown-up children now.
You see, childhood dreams aren't practical and we often lose...
life's magic... somehow.
I do believe in Jesus and celebrate his birth!
But, I also cherish childhood joy and hold on to its mirth.
So please, don't ever retire, I'm 46 and counting.
Yes, Christmastime is worshi
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 62Part 62Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 626 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His Name. Of course...
Instinctively, Nathan held the boy more tightly and stepped back. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice, and he had to be certain this was the real Micah first. "I have to be sure," he muttered softly, and then, before the angel could asked, just as quietly spoke his Name under his breath.
Micah stared at him and stopped moving closer, then sighed and lowered his head, shaking it slowly. "I can only imagine what must have happened for you to summon me by Name and not trust that I am already standing before you..."
"I just had to be sure," the writer repeated, relief washing over him. It was Micah. He h
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 49Part 49Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 4910 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When presented with undesirable options, make a new one.
Nathan took a deep breath, willing himself to at least appear calm for Susan's sake. "We can't tell anyone about this," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "But I think I know someone who can help. Can you wait here a minute?"
The photographer nodded, wringing her hands, and Nathan picked up his cell phone and made for the front door.
"I'll give him a call."
As soon as he stepped out, however, he tucked the phone away. Still holding the note, and after looking to make sure the hall was clear, he swallowed back his nerves and tried to speak Micah's Name. The words
Hello Comet ChaserFriendly tales it does speak softly to meHello Comet Chaser1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Softly chosen words to be spoken in time
Churning rhythm and elliptical faith
Knowing not of life nor death
Not of purpose nor of beauty
But beauty it holds most sincere
To those that view its passing
Particulate reflection set afire unto no more
Lives endless captured by unseeing eyes
But what of reason or logic
Of passion bright with an inner depth
Most bold
Most familiar
It does speak softly to me
Softly spoken revolutions
Rising up against the horizon
Until rise no more a star does fall
Comet chaser once before
Comet chaser forever more
NaPo 04-27 The SleeplessWhen sleep is beyond reachNaPo 04-27 The Sleepless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the night has grown long
The secrets of the dark I keep
And play the dreamer's song.
NaPo 04- 24 Beauty UnspokenI'm not afraid to play peek-a-booNaPo 04- 24 Beauty Unspoken1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With those eyes of a greying blue
Her smile shines oh so brightly
Lighting up the darkness nightly
She's willowy and lithe
A graceful girl of blithe
Who dances on tipsy-toes
Along the cherry petal rows
Never taken for granted is she
As the sun shining down on me
For her heart does beat true
In everything I see her do
One day she will be gone and grown
Leaving home for new paths sown
But for tonight she sleeps and dreams
A loving daughter, in moonlight beams
NaPo 04-04 Rain and Rubber DucksThey dug a big hole with rocks at the bottomNaPo 04-04 Rain and Rubber Ducks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a shovel, a hoe and a rake from the garden.
Waited until the rains did pour down
Watching with glee as it fell to the ground
Grabbing their ducks made of bright yellow
Their little boots looked just like green jello
Sploshing and splashing in ankle deep water
Their duckies became hand cannon fodder.
And when they were done at the end of the day
I watched them march in with mud from their play.
Smiling so brightly with red cheeks and nose
I simply handed them towels for wet little toes.
For once the rain was a welcome sight to see
It brought such joy to my little ones and me.
Edge of Thorns 2- Pt 28Part 28Edge of Thorns 2- Pt 281 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No, I don't want to go, but...
"Sure," Nathan said with as much confidence as he could muster. "Sounds like fun. How far is it?"
Alton explained the directions as they began walking down the sidewalk. Apparently, the club he had in mind was only five minutes on foot from the restaurant, so there was no need for them to get Enya's car. Nathan was glad for the extra time as he tried to build up his courage. It was just a club. There was nothing to be nervous about, right? There'd be music, and dancing, and drinking, and just general merriment. Maybe there'd even be karaoke or a place to shoot pool. It was going to be great, he tol
Let Go2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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