One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,One Last Goodbye9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky.
"You told me that you love me, but we could never be,
I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see."
"If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,
I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."
I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,
Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
I ChangedTrying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.I Changed10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.
I used to be cheery, it used to be real.
But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.
Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."
Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?
So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?
Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.
No EmotionsSometimes it's easy,No Emotions9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes it's not.
Sometimes it's cold,
Sometimes it's hot.
Sometimes I smile,
Sometimes I grin.
Sometimes I lose,
Sometimes I win.
Sometimes I pout,
Sometimes I frown.
Sometimes I'm up,
Sometimes I'm down.
Sometimes I'm sweet,
Sometimes I'm nice.
Sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I cry.
And then there's those days...
I want to die.
Lake houseLake house5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one thought to question this,
that Tom would skip start off the dock
at 2 am, overserved and belligerent.
"You need new friends," Jill told him,
concerned about water safety.
Was it their first date? I think so;
he would have made it a dare.
Did I mention moonlessness?
Makeshift slalom with a dropped ski?
Jack skippered the cigarette boat
with bat-like accuracy that night,
eyes closed, for all we knew.
How you spun Two Princes in my
brain that hot Wisconsin summer;
B-15 on the old jukebox at Norton's.
Sweet, if not quite comparable to
Paradise by the Dashboard Light:
that legend lives on, some say.
A. I didn't need to 'know right now'
nor did I hope to champion the world
in endless mercurial requiem.
B. But at some point, I'd meant to
apologize for teaching you the Macarena
and for the endless salsa evenings.
Stealthy magic leapt like quicksilver,
bluegill flashing in mill pond shallows.
Watery stories hardened to durable lore.
Sorry.I'm sorry for the things I do,Sorry.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sorry for the things I say.
Sorry that I talked to you,
sorry that I'm this way.
I'm sorry that I trusted you,
and sorry that I lied.
Sorry that I laughed at you,
sorry that I cried.
I'm sorry that I hated you,
I'm sorry I loved you too,
I'm sorry that you broke my heart,
and that it still belongs to you.
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
fox firessome say the northern lights are dancing maidens or torchesfox fires2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lit by the honoured dead, or charged particles
colliding with atoms in what could be the most
beautiful lovers' dispute known to man, sun, sea, flora and
fauna. some tongues whisper that a magical fox is sweeping his great
tail across the snow, spraying it up in to the sky.
the fires of a fox could be myth, legend, anything, but even so
if you're wandering around in december and see red foxes scampering
through sleet, wish that they'd sweep it up into the cosmos
and craft you a perfect lovesong.
when the winds are roaring outside and the rains are knocking at my window
i'll think of winters gone and winters to come like any half-sleepy soul at
fourteen minutes past three,
spewing stories from chapped lips in frosty breath, fidgeting uncomfortably in
leather jackets, hair crusty with sky-fallen crystals
or pink-nosed children excitedly breathing out,
fingers to their mouths, pretending they were
exhaling cigarettes and carcinog
FishermenFishermen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
'Best Friend'You left me here,'Best Friend'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone in the cold.
I can almost see the wind blow.
It brings back memories,
memories of you.
The way you used to smile,
you know, back we were two.
three musketeers minus one, "best friends".
The warth of your hug,
and those silly jokes you told,
while trying to cheer me up, force one smile out of me.
I opened up to you, telling you everything.
& now thinking back I realize...
you told me nothing.
Nothing worth knowing, anyway.
Whatever happened? Did you just get bored?
I'm not always cheery, not always interesting,
but I thought best friends was more than that.
Maybe I was too eager,
eager to believe I finally had someone,
some to call my best friend.
you were the closest to it,
almost the closest I'd ever had.
now you're just every other "friend" in the hallway.
Fear Defeating Mother + ChildOnce I remember streaming through the lightFear Defeating Mother + Child6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the reflection of time shined heavy through the clouds
Where far became closer-
And understanding grew distant-
What harmony had begun
Failed by cheating sons
For all their light in passing day.
Mother's words echoed promisingly-
To lay beside her and watch her eyes rest upon
What gift she had given- would soon end before her own
Bleeding internally from his birth...
-There was no sound
As every heart in the room, couldn't carry blood enough
To keep the tears from falling down;
"I knew- what had become my own
Would slowly disappear into thin air
To be alike in one home
To have two souls and then have none
God was raising disaster.
I tried to pretend I couldn't feel
The sharpness of the wind
The change in season-
Will racing death
I belonged to no one,
I had become an envision in your dream
Left alone to encounter the destruction-
Of my world, the only life God gave me.
Her goodness remained in us all,
The life in arms held,
MisunderstandingPitter Patter, goes the rain.Misunderstanding9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her cry, filled with pain.
Where is he?
Where did he go?
Didn't I see him? Just a minute ago?
He was here, and now he's gone.
And now a thought begins to dawn....
He's left her, he's moved on.
She loved him, he loved her too.
Or so she thought, and in her mind, a plan begins to brew.
She'll get back at him, oh yes!
She will, she'll make him pay.
She'll even kill.
He took her heart.
She took her life.
And now that man has lost his wife.
He didn't leave her, he hadn't moved on.
He was too late....and now she's gone.
Pitter Patter goes the rain.
And now his cry is filled with pain.
Out of PaperSo gone -Out of Paper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have so
out of paper
filled to the
What a Sad
run out of
A Little ThoughtThere was a little thought in my headA Little Thought2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tiny idea with outlines undefined
But it wasn’t long before its roots spread
And it crawled in every corner of my mind.
It whispered things that I pretended not to hear
Then it made a mess of my already deluded brain
And led my actions as a skilled puppeteer
With thin threads stronger than an iron chain.
Soon it showed itself in its whole beautiful bipolarity
I dug my nails deep into my lips to chase it away
But after a few seconds gone would be the painful clarity
I’d lure it back, staring at the lines and observe their play.
It’s the thought that sings soft lullabies until the dreams come
And you continue to haunt me even when I’m asleep
So when I wake up my heart plays like a drum
Nothing I do seems to scare this confusion so deep.
I both hate and love the power you have over me
I’m terrified of the feeling I’m getting, that I am incomplete
I feel as if I need a mind wipe to once again be free
But then I wou
Lucent LullabysLucent Lullabys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm writing for the first time tonight;
When the love is strong,
And the stars are bright.
Writing for the future...
Writing for the past,
Just to see how long it shall last.
A whispering presence
Of company beholds,
Grasping the words and within they mold.
By the gentle strokes of the pen,
Portraying hurt, but no sin.
Resting at Nightmare's Inn.
Waking up to everything, but still wondering why you've been, where you've been.
Fore love has grown,
The mystery ebbs away and the darkness is gone.
Yet passion is extravagant,
Bursting from the roots.
Life is so much sweeter, when you've found the golden loot.
So for the first time tonight
The writing came to me,
But it is all because of thee.
Thy may not write the swiftest words,
Or speak the chosen sentences.
As Influence has minor and master keys.
Confusion must unravel
To see the beauty within;
Of a poets words, Of a blind mans thoughts, together in a den.
Forever this may withhold,
The WarA young girl.The War9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken and torn.
On the verge of tears.
Keeping it all inside.
She's laughing and smiling.
So you assume she's all right.
But deep down she isn't.
The war rages on.
The battles are fierce.
But no tears are shed.
No matter what happens.
Everything she tries.
She loses every battle.
And the war continues on.
What ifWhat if I just stopped breathing?What if4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I simply stopped believing?
What if I knew I was worthless?
What if I lacked a sense of purpose?
What if I never came back to the surface?
What if I hid deep inside?
Where no heart should reside?
What if I stayed there and called it home?
In my mind all alone?
What if I thought of razors and wrists?
What if I thought of bigger slits?
What if I thought of plugs and baths?
What if you could do the math?
What if I thought of water and bridges?
What if I thought of stools and rope?
What If I thought of unguarded ledges?
What I felt I had no hope?
What if you saw me ready to go?
What if you stopped me?
Or let me go?
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Euphrosynedawn.Euphrosyne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
when the sun grows weary,
she tucks it into bed with her brushes
and crimson-golden paint.
she sings songs while the stars
roll and tumble down the edge of night.
the moon wiggles in her teacup,
she sips carefully, pensively;
the man in the moon plants warm honey kisses
inside her mouth.
and they grow into peals of strawber
We Are The Fallen LyricsWe Are The Fallen Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Wishing hope would just abandon me
All my love is lost
All my hope is gone
I suffer through the shame
Watching you sleep for so long
These aching memories still dance around me
I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes
When the moonlight sings
Cause you see the shelter as the storm
Under the ash and the lies
Fear in me
All my questions get no answers
Hating all I am when lying by your side
I'm lost in you tonight
You were everything to me
all my tears won't drown my pain
The darkness brings me back to die with you
and everybody's gotta breathe
My heart is waiting and breaking to return to burn with you tonight
Only to tear the whole world down
The Rag DollShe built her home in tear dropsThe Rag Doll12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And gave her heart to the sky.
She tied up leaves
Around her sleeves
And pretended she could fly.
One morning in mid Winter
On a day that felt more like Spring,
She opened her ears
To the sound of tears
And imagined she could sing.
Overhead the birds would sweep
In sunshine or in rain.
Part of a crowd
They were happy and proud
And ignorant of her pain.
With a final farewell to teardrops
She climbed the tallest tower...
In her silent voice
She made her choice
Knowing freedom was in her power.
With her gaze up to the heavens
She felt then only peace,
As she took one step more
That trailed across the floor
She finally sought release.
The world lit up in sun beams
As she soared high on makeshift wings,
And the birds gathered round
Because they had found
They could hear music when she sings.
Guess You're OkayCheck my phone, almostGuess You're Okay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A day after texting you.
I know you're busy,
I know you're working.
The most I ask of you,
Is a "Hi, how are you?"
So that I can answer,
And ask back,
Just so I know you're okay.
I don't care if you
Can't talk after that
I just have to know you're
I'd love to text you for
Hours about everything:
The range of my music tastes...
How I can write now,
And that I write my own
Quotes, poems, and songs.
But you never text back,
So I can't talk to you
At all except the once a
Year that you come down
Used to see you every couple
Years, but you seem so much
Farther away now.
Guess it's the age difference
Showing its ugly face.
Back when you were fourteen
And I was eight, it was
Like there WAS no age
Now you're 21, almost 22, and
I'm 15 (and a half).
I know there's the possibility
You don't want to talk to me,
But I have to hope that
You do, or my emotions will
Spiral out of control again.
You don't have to talk to me
Much, if you don't w
American AtheistLife is less than comfortable for the atheist.American Atheist11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The unsaved, the unforgivable.
In America, you never walk alone, no
There's the weight of the big "G" you got to drag along with you.
Try to shake it off and it's like abandoning your little brother.
You mean you'd just leave him like that?
'Scuse me folks, but I think God can take care of himself.
My parents were born in one nation under God and so was I
Until I peeked out from the pew and saw
Look at these! God doesn't have piano fingers
Pink flamenco nail polish.
God doesn't ride a bike with the summer pushing back
Flower resistant on his face.
He's got the whole world in his hands, but last I checked
He wasn't using it.
So I said goodbye to the man who made me sad at Easter
And defined "sin" as a mistake and went on my way.
Problem is, communion stain is hard to keep out of virgin white blouses
Especially when even the cars splash it on you.
THOU SHALT NOT is chiseled in stone everywhere there is a stone
And when I'
No AtlantisBeneath the mossy bones of the ocean deepNo Atlantis5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Great spires of stone stretch their fingers high
While weaving angels wrap each rocky keep
And strands of strangling seaweed scratch the sky.
Descending deeper in the waiting dark,
Where sea-bound corpses hold a hollowed hall
And gnashing teeth trace their bloody mark,
The rotting planks of piracy that fall.
What mortal man whose breath could sway this land?
What lung could draw in words to speak its part?
The cruel soul of the sea won't spare his hand
To those who've earned his wrath with silent start.
Can souls find sleep in such a strangled thrall,
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl?
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl,
Raking salty claws in sandy shores,
A vain and panicked grasp before they fall;
The home of homespun hypocrites and whores.
The moon reflects in heartless pantomime
A silver orb of glowing innocence
That mocks them as they're punished
Deux-pieceDeux-piece4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gave my heart to a crocodile
he used it as a toothpick
i took it back
gave it to Charlie Chaplin
he kept playing the dictator
i took it back
gave it to Houdini
he'd make it disappear every morn
i took it back
gave it to the Beatles
they threw it to their lunatic fans
i took it back
gave it to my chest
it was dark and bloody in there
i took it back
gave it to You,
to stuff it next to yours -
i heard from your veins
there's room enough for Two
in your rib cage.