Fallen HillsBroken heart,Fallen Hills4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stand with me,
We'll help each other through
Darkness surrounds me
Internal StruggleI used to think I knew what's right,Internal Struggle6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
have your mind control your heart
I didn't know the heart would fight
back an everlasting war
I used to think I knew what's good
Let the sane control the soul
But I still need my insane heart
If I'm ever going to feel whole
...In the end, the sanest choice
Will be to satisfy the heart,
for a happy mind and soul
can create the finest art.
creationcreation4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
not just the intelligence,
she exists as the design;
not merely separate fragments,
but the pattern they describe.
she exists as the design;
all that is and that is not.
but the patterns they describe
only hint at omniglot.
all that is and that is not
(not merely separate fragments)
only hint at omniglot
(not just the intelligence).
Gotta Have ItIt's not your smile thatGotta Have It5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
makes everything worthwhile
although it helps,
and your compassion
isn't what makes
and it's not the aesthetics
that make you so
And it's not your
charm that makes
and lose focus,
me off balance,
and the sight
To be honest, I'm
not completely sure
what it is
but I'd be
to not reach out
and grab it
when it's so clear
I've gotta have it.
House CleaningA light frost brushed against my ear.House Cleaning8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool words spoken more than once,
hanged lazily over shoulder,
You missed a spot.
An intriguing voice calmly whispered.
Offering subtle reminders where I
should have been paying more attention.
Picture frames gathered more than the usual
dead skin cells - collecting a scattered memoir
or two, of all we thought infinite, unforgettable.
For most, even frozen images carry less significance
then the cost to frame.
Red eye out, caught are angels,
dirty remains cloaked in ammonia glamour.
Nothing lasts forever.
Sanitizing a chilling trip to when those,
posed as shameless good times,
now frozen and unblinking.
On my way to what could have been.
The mocking if,
of yet would come.
"The mantle can hold their dignified stature."
Death reassured, taking the clothe from my hand.
Burnt windpipes cleanse,
smearing years back into this room.
Its time to re
Unreal Is My New RealityI feel as though I'mUnreal Is My New Reality6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sleep-walking through a dream and
I just can't wake up
Spirts on the AirBound in mortal flesh,Spirts on the Air4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we are chained to life.
Strapped under duress.
Made fools to a whim.
Let us rise tonight.
Putrid smog floating
through our air like death,
come! Take us away.
Free our souls from cages.
For tonight we rise,
Swirling as Gallic
sylphs to new heights we'll
go, finding freedom,
as Ether on wind.
Tonight we shall rise.
Tissue Paper AngelTissue Paper Angel5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You were my tissue paper angel,
with your charcoal dusted wings.
They were perfectly ripped and torn,
but they were my favorite things.
We sung songs in our souls,
and we made the stars fall in love.
we rode the comets through dancing galaxies,
ones no one had ever dreamt of.
When I told you I loved you,
we whispered to the moon together.
We told her of this love,
and how it would last forever.
when i dreamt of you tonight,
I saw you on the floor shredded to ribbons.
you had red wrapped around your beautiful wings.
I never knew you looked so good in crimson.
So now while I lay here alone,
I pray for my angel of tissue paper.
So that she may tape up all her scars,
and we'll continue our forever.
Wind and Ocean....Under blanket of the topaz sky,Wind and Ocean....4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sighs of pleasure fill the salty air
As the wind and ocean intertwine
In the tides of passionate affair...
Thoughts on PolyamoryIt seems to me that most people think of polyamory in terms of threesomes, of swinging. A way of sleeping around that isn't technically "cheating." A prevailing idea in the '60s counterculture was free love. Most people thought they were free, expressing an interchange of love with multiple partners. But it wasn't. It was slutting around without consequences. But at least everyone was equal, and diverging from the old way. In my mind, polyamory isn't openly getting with as many people as you want at a time.Thoughts on Polyamory5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It's not speed-dating. There are those who have serial marriages, serial daters. They are with someone for a few weeks, a few months, and then move on. There is no growth in the relationship, and as soon as the partner doesn't meet your conditions anymore, you move on. You are done with them. This kind of carousel relationship practice fall short of what polyamory should be by miles.
To get to the pinnacle of a polyamorous lifes
My OpiumIMy Opium6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just needed to write something because I'm not okay.
Writing: the ultimate opiate.
Dulls pain and causes addictions that wreck lives.
I despise the words.
Always have, and always will.
I despise them because
They've given me
A RetrospectiveI will best remember my youth asA Retrospective6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too much fast food,
piles of bills and tickets,
and uncertainty over who
(let alone how)
I will best remember my parents
as incredible blessings,
how I remained afloat,
and quite possibly insane.
I will not remember you
except in those moments I'd rather not admit:
when mere mention of your name
(never mind how many men share it)
will cause my head to snap up and
my ears to flex and
my heart to sink.
I will not remember you
except on my birthday,
I will not remember you
except if I ever get married
or adopt a child
or visit France
Bittersweet BittersweetBittersweet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that love,
Is like a red, red rose,
It fades, and it dies,
That's just how it goes
Once upon a time,
I would have violently,
But that was before you
Brought me to my knees
You gave me promises,
That you had no intention,
Of trying to keep,
Where I was once so strong,
You made me so weak
You toyed with my passions,
Inflaming desires in me,
And now your actions have scarred,
Just like a disease
I used to be intoxicated,
By the smell and the feel of you,
But now all I have left,
Is this painful, emotional,
Your taste was so sugary,
I thought you filled my needs,
But you didn't taste like I thought you did,
You were only ever, bittersweet
jlp May 29, 2009
Sir Gawain and the Green KnightStay true to your wordSir Gawain and the Green Knight3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In the code of chivalry
Ride to meet your fate
Game of the green knight
At New Year in Green Chapel
Waits beheader's axe
And peaks of mountains
In search of it you will pass
Nobody will write
About your journey
Never will you tell, for at
Dawn you will pay your
To the challenger...
Howering above your neck
Eternal sleep, life's
Girdle as token:
Righteous knight is still human
Even you can try
Evade death for honour's price
Now you bear a scar on your
King welcomes you back
No shame can the ruler find
In deeds of his knight
Gallantry and pure
Heart: now all will wear green sash -
singularitya causal chain turning back on its self and reconnecting in new ways;singularity5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
neuronets forged in patterns of synaptic lightning casting shadows on the wall of future memory;
origamic creases and curves in the cyclopian vellum of space-time giving rise to infinite infinities;
burgeoning realities on the fractalized cusp of creation expanding in the non-locality.
the lotus opens.
within that is the lotus,
Battle with the DemonLiquid crystal slides down the pane,Battle with the Demon6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
marring my vision of clarity.
Images become grotesque demons
shapeless and bloated
thin and running
Inside I fight my own battle
with demons of my own choosing.
The images are the same
faceless, clawing at my mind.
Alone I fight, alone I will always be,
for demons know no lover,
have no need for human touch,
and so I am unlovable, untouchable.
They hunt and rob me of myself.
They take what they can,
for they can only take what I give them.
I have nothing left to give.
Hazel days..Quiet some time has passed again, feels like a routine of emergency calls.Hazel days..6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As the bright daylight strobes the floor and colors the reflections of our creation i can sense the unholy scent up on these grounds.
Feel the things i feel as they pass you as-well, captured in single shots posted on my deviant-page known as photography,
As my watchers know exactly what i mean i know you do to, within these words hides a secret message, just to you.
Can you see it, do you know what i feel. Have the clouds created a gap of light to show down on us again?
I can see it, tho its far away, its meant for you and me.
Twinkling eyes as they are, stare up on me every time we see, this message is full of love tho it seems like hatred.
But through these hazel days lies a future carved by love.. just because it was meant to be that way.. just because i will live that way.
Just .. because i just cant leave you behind.
All my hatred and fear shown within these craving words show the perfection of humankind,