The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Here, I will beHere, I will be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
DawnIn those fickle hours of the morningDawn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before the run has even risen,
and before the world truly begins to wake up
that is when the magic happens.
Each new dawn brings new life
the brand new start of a new day.
Life is such a fickle thing
that can end in an instant.
Yet in those early hours of the morning
when a new life had yet to begin
we see the true rise of people
as they begin what they believe is just a new day.
For in those early hours of the morning
we see the new chance to become and create
the life that has gone through each and every morning.
So while many sleep
through the early morning dawn
they miss the sleeping life begin to awake
and the new chance at life to have its day.
If You and IIf You and I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.
MJJMJJ4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We feel as though we've known you for a thousand years,
We have let out so many tears,
There are not enough words to explain how we feel,
But we are speechless,
For you, we are lost for words,
We don't know what to say.
Your music is magical,
It is tragical that you have gone too soon,
Your light shines down on us just like the moon,
We have to smile, even though our hearts are aching.
Whatever happens, we will always be there,
The world is dangerous and we have to find the lost children,
Because we are the world,
You gave us hope, when all hope was lost,
You opened our eyes, when we couldn't see,
Now we are always here waiting for you.
You gave us strength, when we weren't strong,
You are our friend, hero and king,
We will never let you part,
For you are always in our hearts,
Michael, you are with God now and you will always be an inspiration to our lives,
We will never say goodbye.
disorderly, not a disorder.All of my friends have pretty eyes, because I'm convinced that they might see a prettier world than me. Mine are little more than holes in my face, originally hazel but usually b l a c k.disorderly, not a disorder.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Our garden is filled with flora of all scents, flavours and appearances, but all I see are the misshaped petals, hunchbacked spines and corroded barb wires regardless of their individual p-pulchritude. I value the withering and the withered, those with no shell for their vertebrae and no petals for their stigmas. At least they are so glaringly flawed that there are no foibles left to unknowingly search for.
I fall in love with silhouettes because anything tangible h u r t s. Little jagged pills are the bane of my life and concealed, violent red paths narrate a story of everything in it. I spent so much time in hospitals that everything smells like grief and disinfectant.
I see imagination three-dimensionally. The dark shadows curling around my body aren't so false anymore. They ar
+Homeless++Homeless+4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't live in a gutter
Or a shelter
I have enough to eat
And then some
I have family who care
I have friends who're there
I have time for leisure
But I am
I have a house
But not a home
As much as I try
To fill that void
I found home with nature
It faded to a shadow
Of its former self
I found home with friends
It faded to irritation
I found home with my family
But I didn't belong
In their home
I found home in your arms
But I didn't belong there
So I found home
In your company
But you deprive me
Of even that much
I don't want much anymore
All I want
Is to feel home again
conversion to conversationToday the sun came back.conversion to conversation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I unwound myself from my sheets and rewound myself in clean jeans;
today I spooled myself awake and went fishing for a tomorrow.
I hooked into my veins and bled dry in smiles,
in shares of conversation and worse.
Tonight I rewind the blankets, deeper and tighter than before.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
I Never SaidI never said "You're here for my entertainment"I Never Said5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only said "Will you play with me?"
I never said "do this" or "do that"
Instead I said "can you help me?"
I never said "I'm always right"
But asked "What's this?" and "What's that?
I never said "I hate you"
Instead, I told you "I love you"
I never said "You ruined my life"
Because, then, I knew how precious
life could be.
kiss me to shut me upYou say you won't write for me,kiss me to shut me up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tracing the cool fingers of "one day" across my ears.
In my mind, you sound like gravel roads,
and motorbikes tipped over in the sand. You taste
like leather and white wine.
I hate white wine, but on you, I think I could
learn to swallow the bitterness,
and perhaps find it's my favourite after all.
I can already imagine your face
if I ever dared say to you that I would want
to learn how to swallow you.
I can almost hear the smile in your words,
as you'd ask if I would enjoy it;
the same way I hear pens scratching when you pause to think,
I cannot ever imagine you without words in your mouth.
Together we sing innuendo and secret loves.
I don't know what magic you learned,
or how you use it, but I only know the way that
you calmly make me so happy I cry,
and the way you've jumbled up my mind and my nervous system
so I'll never untangle it - that is nothing short of
impossibly improbable (and wonderfully perfect).
We fight over who is better, which one of u
After the silenceLike so many other civilizations, that ancient people had a myth explaining the creation of the world. Generation after generation, they learned that the entire universe was created by music. Just as the music fills the silence with beauty, one day, the harmonic vibrations of a composition had created structures in what was once the void. These vibrations reverberate until today in all matter, perceived as heat. Nobody knew the notes that made the miracle. So there was the fear that, if they were played backwards, they could undo all that was done.After the silence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aware of the legend, the shamans, in a time before the advent of writing, decided to hold all the music to themselves. They convinced the leaders of the villages that it was dangerous to be used by anyone, since the composition of the end of the world could be performed involuntarily. Thus, the art of music was banned, and musical instruments were forbidden, to teach or even speak about it was suppressed, becoming the biggest taboo.
The PictureI love the picture of the seaside...The Picture3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see you and me on the beach,
walking, holding hands,
your arm on my shoulder
and my arm around your waist,
or just listening to the wind,
the seaguls and the waves.
And I can see us kissing passionately there,
just you and I.
I can see you holding my face in your hands,
I can see me laying my head on your chest
and holding you tight....
I love the picture of the beach...
HonestyHonesty doesn't seem to come easy these days. We dress ourselves in layers of lies to hide what's really inside. If we undress our lies and show what's hiding, the truth may not be pleasing to all who see. If we let them rape us of our lies to find what we possess they might not discover us as beautiful as expected. Soon, our pedestal will be taken and all that remains is our raw selves.Honesty5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They say the truth shall set you free...but what if we don't have the courage to open up the infected wound and let it heal?
ConflictHere I tread in the midst of the warring pathsConflict9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between the heart and the mind.
They clash with blades not of steel,
But of anger and dissonance.
LossCaught in time,Loss9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As life slips by,
Like waves upon the sea shore,
I stand in the sand,
Afraid to let the water touch my feet,
Because I might get swept up in the current,
And taken away from my memories of you.
Watching the rain fall from my window,
Longing to fall with it,
To twirl in the drops of water,
And forget myself in the chilled air and darkening sky.
Tears drip from my longing eyes,
Like frothy waves and sprinkles of rain,
So wet, and pure.
To fall like rain, and be swept away by the current,
To nowhere, to somewhere, to anywhere… but here.
To let go,
Would be to forget.
To forget all that is wrong and hurt,
To forget this pain that still lingers inside of my soul.
Yet, I am afraid the current might take away the good memories as well,
And that as we fall with the rain,
That you might slip just beyond my reach.
Yet that is how loss is.
Because I would rather take the chance of falling,
When I know that we will always be close,
Even when you are just beyond my reach.
Silk RoadDid you walk the silk roadSilk Road4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a dusky summer night -
damask moths disrobing the moon,
watching the west
sink into orchid hue
and the eastern star
slowly making her orbit known;
or watch the cloaks
of passersby swirl
indigo and amethyst
with the mystery of a scent
you could not name?
Did incense graze your cheeks -
pekoe tea and star anise
rising from the reeds
and slimsly grassed glade,
the scent of lotus,
and onyx combs to fan your hair
as you turned your face
to question the dark?
And did you dream
of some young lover -
sinewed and rawboned,
with gilt across his fingertips
to trace half-slumber
hiding in your eyes,
tasting the tilt of your chin
and your unsung smile
bringing the shadows
up from the ground?
WanderlustI would like to dance across the plains of golden,Wanderlust5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and whisper to the sun
Bask in it's golden glory
until the twilight's gone.
I would like to run so quickly,
that I'm picked up with the breeze,
that it sails me so peacefully
and sofly across the sea.
I would like to kiss the petals of wildflowers
and run wild with free horses,
Reach up and touch the stars in heaven,
and tell them it was worth it.
I would like to take off without a destination,
and head toward a crimson sky,
I'd keep going different directions,
but I'd never say goodbye.
I would like to kiss the rain drops,
and wink at fireflies,
Make the world my map of possibilities,
as I tiptoe gently by.
I would like to reincarnate as a butterfly,
then give nature all my trust,
Because to fly around so freely,
would surely cure my wanderlust.
Passing of SummerThe skies begin to darkenPassing of Summer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A chill creeps into the air
The rain is so much colder
Now that you are not there
Oh Summer breeze
Why did you leave me so
The suns warming rays
Seemingly fade away
Like a kiss from a dream
A fleeting touch of passion
In the play that never ends
Green dancers in the wind
Change their gowns once more
And slip into their Autumnal colours
Red, orange, umber and gold
While the crisp embrace of Autumn
Reminds us of the harvest
And all we have to be thankful for
The veil around us grows ever thinner
Our two worlds become as one
The skies grow heavy
With both rain and snow
The mist grow ever thicker
The wind that much stronger
Rains that soak us to the core
We shall not mourn the passing of Summer
For just as the leaves fall
And the nights grow oh so long
We know in our hearts
That Spring will always come
Just as the bird sings at daybreak
And night doth follow day
This cycle can never be broken
The darkness of winter beckons
Around the candle and fire we all gather
darknessВсе ушли, отвернулись и предали,darkness5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Даже эха не слышно в ответ.
И я чувствую, медленно-медленно,
Темнота поглощает мой свет.
Темнота, как мне звать вас по отчеству?
Не желаете в
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.Opportunities4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.
Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."
"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship."
"It also gives us a time to be happy and
My SaviourMy Saviour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wispy cloud floating by
High, high, high up in the sky
The echo of our dreams
Feels like reality
The snowflakes tumbling down
Forming a soft white crown
A warm fire glowing
Life is always slowing
A fluttering heartbeat
Here we can finally meet
Love never changing
This is he