Moonlit EnchantmentsFaeries alight upon the 'shrooms
Gossamer wings glow under the moon
Delicate laughter tickles the ear
Creatures of magic start to draw near
Hush watch the fairytales of old come alive
Who on children's imaginations they've thrived
The moon is full they start to dance
Enchantments lull you into a trance
The sun gives the horizon a gentle kiss
As they disperse, you know you'll miss
The faeries alight upon the 'shrooms
With gossamer wings that glow under the moon
A Beautiful BeginningButterflies flutter as our lips press against each otherA Beautiful Beginning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two hearts meet and in that moment we feel more than alive
A few seconds feel like hours, we'd be content to stay like this tonight
Never saw this coming, but oh so glad it did
We can make it through anything
Taking it step by step, together, hand in hand
It doesn't matter who scoffs or mocks us
Something this right, this true, grows stronger with trial
Strong enough to last the days, months, and years ahead
And though right now this is just the beginning
This is one beautiful beginning to the rest of forever
Born of LegendsHere and there, come and go, you just can't fight the tideBorn of Legends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But every now and then there comes a rift in normality
And so a Legend is born
Tradition becomes a fragile thing
As everything at its foundation quakes
The Legend rises and shows a new way
A new beginning, a new horizon
Skeptics will arise and try to thwart it
But they will only add to the Legend's determination
Growing and gaining strength a Golden Age comes to pass
An age born of a Legend
Love Comes Before A FallDon't say a word, you're look says it all.Love Comes Before A Fall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget about pride, Love comes before a fall.
Silently you plunge the dagger in,
You walk away, I lay broken, you win.
My heart no longer beats, my eyes no longer see;
I'm just an empty shell of who I used to be.
Battered, scarred and bruised
Only a few effects of being used.
Drowning in darkness, lost in the storm;
The blood flowing from my wounds, the only thing left that's warm.
Laying here, cold and forlorn,
Between forgiving love and bitter hate I'm torn.
Looking Through These HandsWhen she was little we reached out to feel her new world with tiny fistsLooking Through These Hands4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soon we learned to open, to reach out and grab what was offered to her
But there came a time when she was taught caution and we became wary as to what we received
Some things could hurt her and some things could heal
All too soon, she became an independent teen and wanted to experience things for herself
She grabbed onto anything and everything, forgetting the caution she once exercised
We tried, but could not stop her
After awhile, she slowed down, realizing her mistakes and we helped her try and fix things
An adult now, she looks to settle down where she could use us to raise a family
Then one day she fell in love, and so did we, happily entwined with his hands
We and they fit together perfectly, just as she was a perfect match for him
She became married to him, and it wasn't long before we were cradling precious little gifts
They reminded us so much of us when we were younger
Hopefully, these new little fists w
Whispers in the DarkYou are nothingWhispers in the Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am someone
And I am worth something
You are a liar
You can't pull me down that easily
You will never be loved
I will to be loved
Someone is out there for me
One day my heart will find a place
Where it can love and be loved safely
You will never measure up
I don't answer to you
And I never will
I accept myself as I am
So why should I give a care what you think?
I am a child of the light
The darkness can't touch me
Letters From Your HeartSit down with your pen and paper in handLetters From Your Heart3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And with your thoughts in your heart and mind
Take a deep breathe, take the plunge
And write your letter, oh letters from your heart
Sign it, fold it, put it in an envelope
Then put it in your drawer
The intended recipient was never really intended to receive it
Oh your letter, your letter from your heart
Pour out your feelings into the ink
Organize them into nice little lines
Then lock them away in a drawer
These are your letter, your unsent letters
Oh letters from your heart
Letters from your heart
Maybe in a couple years when you stumble across the key
You'll unlock them, bring them out and start to read
Maybe you'll wish that you had sent them
The letters you wrote, the letters from you heart
Oh and then once more, you'll write your letters
But this time you'll take the risk
You pluck up the courage and send them
You send out new letters, letters sent straight from your heart
Pour out your feelings into the ink
Organize them into nice little
DecisionsPeople tell me that its all my faultDecisions5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'm so messed up,
That I've a shipwrecked soul.
That this pit I'm stuck in,
This consuming, black hole,
Was of my own making.
They tell me its all in my head,
Their voices echo and haunt, telling me,
That I can just make a choice.
Well its not that easy,
They've never been inside my head!
Never experienced such feelings as I have!
Its dark and scary in there,
The shadows taunt and tease.
Its what nightmares are made of.
Dark hands reach out to strangle me,
Taking away the will to live,
I'm scared, this wasn't of my own doing!
I never wanted this!
This was never my decision!
This was not my choice,
To be dragged away in chains,
I'm locked in this dank prison.
Please! help me to escape!
People tell me that's its all my fault,
That I voluntarily caused this pit.
They point, yelling at me, saying
That I'm stuck in this pit.
But if what they say is true,
Can't they just make the decision to save me?
The Unsent Letter:To My Friend You know I've always given you your space, let you hide your feelings, because I know that's what you want. I've pried from you a few small secrets, but that's it. I realize now, I've been wrong, I'm sorry. I should have never been content to just say, "I'm here for you if you ever want to talk." then left you to what I knew would be silence. I not only left you to silence, I left you to your pain, anger and frustration. To your sadness, loneliness and forced back tears. To your fears and dreams and lost hope and your mistrust of the world. I walked away wishing I could do something, but thinking there was nothing I could. That was a lie. I could have if I honestly tried. I see that now, what I didn't see then, haven't seen these past years. I could have been your friend. Yes I've been your best friend, but I've only been carrying around the title, I haven't been acting like it. A true friend would have led you out of your darkness, and into the light eveThe Unsent Letter:To My Friend4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Nothing to doNothing left to doNothing to do3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but sit here with you
not ready to leave just yet
Nothing to do
but think of you
not ready to move on
Nothing to do
but imagine you
not ready to grow up yet
Nothing to do
but sing with you
not ready to quite
Nothing to do
but love you
not ready to stop....
Between the RaindropsWhen the rain is falling, I'm like a little kid, I still run around splashing in puddles all giddy and ecstatic, I don't mind being soaked to the bone and half-frozen, rain is my favorite weather and I enjoy it to it's absolute fullest extent. But there are times when I just stand there, looking up and letting the rain just hit my face and as I stare up into the clouds I can't help but think of that world between the raindrops. That other reality where everything works out and has a happy-ending, where I can go and take those that I love and live forever in that elysian eternity. Sometimes, as I gaze up looking for a glimpse of that world, I reach up trying to find that place, that connection. Maybe if I could just find that and grab a hold of it, reach between the raindrops and grasp it, we could go there. But I can't so I go back to splashing in the puddles and enjoying the rain. Once the rain comes again though, if you see me gazing up with a faraway look on my face, its because I'mBetween the Raindrops2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ephemeral MotesEphemeral motes dancing in the lightEphemeral Motes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That poured from the window onto the grand piano.
And as I watched, I heard music;
Lovely, angelic music that stirred my soul.
Emotions bubbled at my core,
They urged me to dance.
The music, my dance partner,
My emotions moving me along with the notes.
I closed my eyes and let go, letting it all wash over me.
It caressed me and held me up,
Guiding me through spins and arabesques.
I rose and fell along with the crescendos and decrescendos.
It felt like time had frozen still,
But I was content and did not wish it to resume.
It was heavenly, those moments,
So majestic and beautiful,
That I lost myself in it.
It ended all too soon, and I came back to earth.
And as I peered into what was now darkness,
I realized a part of me was gone.
It was still with the ephemeral motes dancing in the light
That poured from the window onto the grand piano.
UntitledUntitled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Radiant as the moon
Pure as the snow
Tender as the night
You're love warms me
Certain as the sunrise
Fierce as the wind
Solid as the mountain
You're love steadies me
In a world torn by change
Our love is unmovable
Beautiful MistakesClick-clack, click-clack fingers hit the keyboard. You know as a writer I would love to be able to type on an old fashioned typewriter. Even though everyone would be able to see my typos, there is no delete, no backspace or undo button. But maybe that’s what every writer needs. Or maybe it’s what every writer wants. For someone to read their poem, their story, their idea that they poured their heart into, seeing all the typos and the rough edges and still falling in love with it. And not falling in love in spite of the typos but falling in love because of the typos. Seeing the effort and everything they put into it. Then again maybe it’s not just what every writer wants, but what every human being wants. For people to look past our rough edges and our mistakes and to love us even more because of them; to see how far we’ve come and being proud of us, simply because we made it through. Even if we didn’t make the best choices or any of the rightBeautiful Mistakes1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Clarity: My Last WishJumbled words. Can’t find order. What’s their meaning? I was trying to figure something out. An important revelation at the tip of my tongue. Now where did that thought go? I have something within me, something special, something profound. A quenched flame of passion for something loved. But what was it again? I hate this lost feeling. I can only hold a train of thought for but a moment before I lose it. Now where did I place that-? Clarity! That’s my one wish, I do get one wish right? Doesn’t everybody…? No, no, no. I can’t remember the name. Everything is slipping, I try to hold on but it all just keeps on slipping. Further and further away… What was that? Who are you? I’m afraid I can’t remember. No, you must be mistaken. What? Why? Where? How? When? CLARITY!Clarity: My Last Wish3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m so sorry I wish I could help you, do anything something to help you. Meaning? Do you want me to get the dictionary? Oh, sorry I'm not a brain reader. I know
ChoiceBroken angel spread your wingsChoice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
raise your voice let's hear you sing
soar above those mountains high
raise your arms and ask God "why?"
close your eyes and feel your tears
listen close to all their cheers
Darling, now your time has come
Death's sweet call will welcome some
you're the author make your choice
now's your chance let's hear your voice
Healing TouchI wish everything would just fall into placeHealing Touch4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To solve the problems and clearly see the face
Of who exactly I'm supposed to be
I open my eyes, but everything's blurred and I can't see
The path I need to take
I can see the destination, but how much is at stake?
Friends? Family? Must I leave them behind?
How can God trust me to choose right, when I can barely make up my mind?
I make one decision and regret another
Lose one, then suffer a brother
Why must moving forward hurt so much?
I would rather move backward and have a healing touch
The Epitome Of EmpathyI am a writer, making my every whim come alive across the pageThe Epitome Of Empathy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I embody empathy in my writings, in my artistry.
Yet I am constantly misunderstood
Readers see raw emotion, they assume it is mine.
Oh how wrong they are!
Yes some is mine, but some is yours.
Writers are not so pompous that we write only of ourselves.
We write of sun, moon and stars
Of rolling waves and rocky cliffs
Of horrific battles and sultry romance
Of this world and the next.
To accomplish this we cannot rely solely on ourselves,
We thrive off of the emotions swirling around us.
The ebb and flow of the tide that surrounds us
We dip into it, we dabble with it
Letting it inspire us.
So the next time you read of emotions, dear reader,
You might just be surprised to find out that they are yours.
Shooting StarsThey all shone like Stars,Shooting Stars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their dreams illuminating the night sky.
Everyone would watch in awe,
As like one, they flew across the sky.
The people would bring their jars,
To try and collect the straying sparks that would fall to Earth.
They hoped to capture that same electric feeling,
The vibrancy of life that those Stars enjoyed.
But, alas, one fateful day, one Star fell,
Fading into the black void with one last burst of color.
The people mourned the loss, but the Stars were devastated.
Their tears fell upon Earth as meteors, wreaking havoc.
The people started to curse the very ones they once immortalized.
The Stars raced across the sky in chaotic patterns,
Still shedding tears in their wake.
The people in an effort to save their home,
Created ugly machines that towered above like Monsters
And they started doing the unspeakable,
Shooting the Stars.
One by one they brought down the bittersweet beauties.
And the wonders that they once cherished,
Became prey to Desperation.
Because we al
Broken AngelA broken angel's trip to HellBroken Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in desperate need for love she fell
a broken heart that once was lost
must find her way at any cost
to the world she seems just fine
engraved in skin she hides each lie
she knows exactly what they'll say
it's alright, she'll be okay
so every night she climbs in bed
and prays to death she'll wake up dead
she dreams to leave this world behind
and know for sure she'll be just fine
a broken angel left in Hell
in desperate need for love she fell
Leave The PiecesYou built me upLeave The Pieces4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Helped this brokenness inside me to start healing
You weren't afraid to pick up the pieces
Of a heart some one else shattered
You let me feel
Then you let me go
I watched you drop the heart you had pieced back together
I heard the familiar shatter of the pieces you just left on the floor
Now I miss your brown eyes
I miss the way you breathe
I miss that numbness you robbed me of
I sweep the pieces back under the rug where they belong
But I can still feel the breaking every time I walk across the floor
Every time I breathe
Killing MeSo tired,Killing Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm struggling to stay awake
So much pressure,
Its suffocating me I'm 'bout to break
I'm struggling to take the smallest breath
I don't want to face this living death
I can't move
I can't scream
Please someone tell me this is just a bad dream
This is killing me
All I've GotI haven't seen you in a while...All I've Got3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or felt your touch
Heard your voice
There's just too much...
My heart's been put through this trial...
Too many times
But I push through
You still are mine...
And I try to hide behind a smile...
But I think of you
I get dragged down
What should I do..?
It seems that mile after mile...
I want to stop
But I can't
You're all I've got...
DamagedI'm bleeding from the inside out.Damaged5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look perfect on the skin,
But under flesh--white marble-smooth--
Are scars that linger deep within.
I'm like a damaged toy,
Continually repeating the same line in some recorded voice.
Like an apple rotting from the core--
Fallen from the Tree of Choice.
If you could cut me open,
And stare into my heart and mind,
Fears dripping blood and black-burned memories
Are all that you would find.
Tear me open,
Devour my soul--
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'm already damaged beyond repair.
Against the Grain? Way of LifeWhy must the going be hardAgainst the Grain? Way of Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must the road be long
Why must the path be steep
Why must the light be lost
Why must I travel up river
When the current is rough
Why must I journey at nightfall
When I can very well travel at dusk
Why must the compass be broken
When I've become so lost
Why must the wind blow harder
When I walk against the mighty gust
Why must I go against the grain
When I can go with the flow
Why must the path be rocky
Why must the distance be long
Why must the road be broad
When I'm so far from home
Why must the light be dim
When it's the tunnel I'm in
Why can't the way be easy
Why can't the trials be few
Why can't the light shine through
Why must I always roll over
Why must I always give in
Why must I be the one to settle
Why must I always forgive
Does this ever get easy
Does this ever not be hard
Does this eve