Una oportunidad a la vida.Una oportunidad a la vida.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Algunos dicen que venimos al mundo por una razón pero uno nunca sabe cuál es . Hay que encontrarla
No he vivido mucho, sé que no tengo mucha experiencia
Pero en lo que he vivido, he sentido muchas cosas:
Amor, traición, cariño, desesperación, compasión, comprensión, enojo, tristeza, pérdida, temor .
Cualquiera diría que por eso todos pasan . Y hay algunos que han pasado peores momentos que yo
No lo dudo .
La razón de esto no es algo en específico
Algunos dicen que quisieran morir, acabar con el sufrimiento que los atormenta e ir por la salida más rápida y fácil
Algunos otros, quisieran vivir por siempre, pero saben que eso no es posible
Otros se sienten solos en este mundo, a veces yo también lo siento
En ocasiones, no nos fijamos en todo lo que tenemos a nuestro alrededor Como el daño que haríamos cuando nos fuéramos,
Fairy Ring!I found fairy ring todayFairy Ring!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eerie place for midnight play
Glow worms sit on midnight leaves
Stage is set, time to believe.
Audience ready, moonless night
Small creatures wait to see this sight
Wings flutter, sound like bees
Descend beneath guarding trees.
Into fairy ring they sweep
Beautiful dancing, souls could weep
Glow worms fall slowly to ground
Dying light, made no sound.
Fairy music does not last long
Just like twilight come and gone
Look with care you might see
Wild fairies sparkling hilarity.
The StreamThe Stream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sleep while I write this, and you dream, and I hope it's a dream you'll remember, because:
It is the complete darkness cut only by the fairy stream, the one I've taken you to before. I honestly have, and it would be bad form for you to have forgotten, but granted, dreams are tricksy that way...
But don't you remember it? I don't take your hand, it's unnecessary (but felt all the same), and you lift high, higher into the black, the starless night, the pure velvet interior of a dreaming mind, and there, and there --
Is the stream, running smooth and swift, its jelly depths smiling back with fairy lights, with all the Christmas and Halloween colors for you to remember. Don't you? Please remember: The interior glow of bluebells, marigold, naiad tears, persimmon, roses -- for you, roses -- and you can trail your fingers down into the cool waters, and who is the fairy in flight but you?
It is the Greatest Dream I kno
Fairies DanceFairies DanceFairies Dance2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"The music is the wind that blows
while fairies spin on bare tiptoes,
and fireflies jewel up the night
reflecting fairies in their light."
(Dancing Fairies (Children):- C.J. Heck)
Flitting in on gossamer wings
That blink underneath the mourning moon,
Dancing as the crickets sing;
Morning sneaks up all too soon.
Watch them flit and flutter by
As the Weeping Willow grows.
See them dance like dragon flies,
Hear twinkles in the dead-night sky;
Prancing in their summer shows -
The music is the wind that blows.
'Round the toadstools they circle, bright,
Waiting for the moon's bright rays.
They'll dance and flutter throughout the night
While the moon is out to play.
Their music is the wind's soft song,
Hark how the gentle breeze doth blow!
Their tiny feet will not step wrong,
They know their place, where they belong;
Watch fireflies putting on their show
While fairies spin on bare tiptoes.
The Weeping Willow weaves in dance;
FishFishFish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, my lovely fish
It gives me great joy to see you swimming
When I go on holidays I miss you and hope you are well
At night it gives me happiness to feed you and watch you
Every day you swim with your friend Silvie
Sometimes at night I like to listen to the sound of your pump
No other fish of mine has lived so long so that must be a sign that you love me
Even if you die tomorrow I will always remember you
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
A Lutheran's PraiseI'm weak and broken.A Lutheran's Praise6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm frailer than you.
Strong as the strongest.
I'm stronger than you.
I'm strong because He is strong.
I'm strong because I love Him.
I'm strong because I fear His wrath.
You are weak,
Weaker than me.
You are weak because you do not know Him.
You are lost and cannot be found.
He finds you.
He knows you.
You are found because He loves you.
We are strong because He knows us.
He is kind,
Kinder than me.
He is strong,
Stronger than me.
He knows all.
He saves all who save themselves.
Salvation! Salvation! Salvation!
All hail to Him who saved the weak!
It's my LifeWhen life tries to bring you downIt's my Life2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
try to live it up and turn things around
because a smile gone into a frown
would turn the world like Topsy-turvy town.
As to a lot may have been strange
just like the meter on my car's gauge
I just want to let the people know
that life can't be dug by a hoe
and as human's, we have sins to atone.
A tall tale that's not yet said and done
is like a world that ran out of fun
wish that my friend's wouldn't run out of puns
and that guy weighed like a ton!
Heaven smiles upon the people who are positive
to those who think otherwise are negative
for their thoughts can either be diversive
or maybe it's just their prerogative.
I can feel a force... Something elusive
or maybe it's just my friend who's really seductive
I can't resist the sediment that come's out of her like some kind of adhesive
and the actions we made were rather... Intensive.
Life is as soft as and fragile as of a feather
so delicate and tender just like the hair of Heather
not like leather that
HeartbreakIt hurts.Heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can you tell?
You feel that?
A soft happiness coming from the depths of your heart.
Suddenly, a bullet hits.
Shattering glass hearts.
Everything bleeds away.
Now you have nothing.
No life. No hope.
You are alone.
A cold, dark presence forms where the love once was.
Beautiful ContradictionOne of my favorite places to beBeautiful Contradiction2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is also my worst fear
All the life I see
Is shadowed by the death here
The waves call me
Begging me forward
Into the sea
Only to drag me downward
What a beautiful contradiction
It's hard to tell the difference
Between death and life
Day and night
Sinking to the bottom
It was you, not them
Beauty turns to scars
Can't erase these marks
Save me from what I've done
Save me from the monster I've become
Swallowed by the ocean
I'm calm, I'm calm
My heart is broken
This is how I move on
It's better this way
I'm out of the picture
No longer causing you pain
Thinking of you now
A tear rises to the surface
Here We Go AgainShh, do you hear that,Here We Go Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voice in the back of my head?
You, do you see it,
The shadows at the foot of my bed?
Maybe I'm just different,
In a way that no one can see.
You just don't understand,
What it's like being me.
MonstersNovember stabs at my heartMonsters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice cold fingers dig through me, searching and grabbing
stealing away my summer air
the demons of December eat what's left of me
digging through the scraps
snatching furiously at whatever's left
January comes and goes like a vulture
Scaring away the Holidays and taking what's left
I'm gasping for air, tears frozen on my face. Frostbite nipping at my nose, I hear
Desolation at my door
February, the ghost of winter
Haunting my corpse. Guarding what's left,
Cautiously scratching at the pieces
March is bipolar
Should I nibble what's left of this poor creature?
Or help her find her way?
March is bipolar. The lamb or the lion.
Summer goes by, I'm regaining my spirit,
Building myself up for another winter.
The Sore Of A Deaf PoemAnother crumpled sheet thrown on the floor,The Sore Of A Deaf Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another shout, a thud, because she can't get rid of the sore,
The deaf poem of her broken heart is maybe too degraded,
She's not able to write it down, her soul is jaded,
The phrases of her life are burning on the inside,
A description about the moment when her dreams died,
It's smashing her heart and her tired mind.
From nowhere she hears a sardonic voice,
"- You're not able to hear the words anymore, in fact you never really did,
You have shed some scraps on pages, lies your soul to feed with",
She covered her ears, closed her eyes,
To stop hearing the demonic voice she tries,
"- Shut up!" she yelled again like every day,
It's impossible to escape this abomination that came in her way.
Maybe this is an already lost fight,
A decommissioned road to the healing light,
Her pathetic flounder makes no sense,
She's laying on the floor holding a broken pen.
Torn by the fall from grace,
She will leave behind just a bloody trace,
Cafe au LifeA cup of bitter blackCafe au Life9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for the same old mistakes.
A mocha frappucino
to nurse the heartbreak.
A tall skinny latte
for that little black dress.
A chocolate-chip scone
for a life in excess.
A grande iced coffee
for the ex you hate.
A grande hot chocolate
for an awkward first date.
Add cream for a marriage,
Double shot for kids and a wife.
Spill, divorce; refill, start over,
venti Café au Life.
SmileEyes that burn with anger and deep hurt;Smile10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hands that clench as tears roll down my cheeks;
A smile that lights the room and my own heart.
These are typical things for me;
I am able to show compassion and care for people
And look at the world around me with a brilliant smile.
I am able to have hope.
However, I also feel incredible anger and hatred for others.
I hate people who walk all over others; including myself.
I despise when others assume my gentle nature
Is an excuse to comment on my life; like how I have few friends,
Or how all of my girlfriends have lived so far from me...
I hate the fact that it hurts me so deeply
That my only option is to just smile and try to look for happiness.
I also feel incredible amounts of heart ache and misery;
When people express their sadness that I feel responsible for.
When those closest to me go away for a long time.
When I can't do anything but sit there and watch...
I cannot break from this pain and it kills me.
So instead of letting it totally c
Broken HeartBump bump it goes,Broken Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden beneath my chest.
Full of warmth daily,
Seeing the coming day.
But when hurt,
Jagged needles pinch it.
Hum hum it sings,
Yet it knows something is wrong.
Rigid and sharp,
Love has killed it.
Why can't it be sweet now?
Why must is it burdened?
Someone has cut a slit,
And caused it to bleed.
I know everyone has one,
But if not, then there's something wrong.
I need mine desperately,
But I'll die if it continues like this.
The Red Balloon Part 2Who knows, I may float over valleys,The Red Balloon Part 21 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Filled with flowers of old,
Or perhaps I'll visit the forests,
The powerful oaks dusted by mold,
And I will have been fulfilled,
And my passion oh so bright,
Will be satisfied and ready,
As I float up into the golden light.
Like ThisThis night smells like rain, it can't be avoided;Like This1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
this night smells like the sea, I can't deny it.
It's because the waning moon on my sky,
its argentine shine captivity my heart.
I feel how little by little my soul it's poisoned,
the salt reaches it slowly as the pearls crown it
and the sapphires of your eyes seem to glow
but only in my memory, mocking me.
At the end I do not care about it
I can only feel my very own sadness
the passion that enchants me
the eternal distance that fills me
I bid you good night in serenity
I remember you under the downpour.
Oh My Little AngelOh my little angel,Oh My Little Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have held you in my hands and placed you close to my heart.
I have cried many a night away with you.
I have seen you silver tarnish,
Your turquoise grow dull.
Yet your face still smiles brightly back,
Your wand ever sparkling.
The story you hold will never be forgotten,
But continue to be told;
When Grandma called me to her tidy room,
Her aging voice wavering
And her wrinkled hands shaking.
She lay there on her deathbed,
Holding you out to me,
Offering me a token of her everlasting love and patience;
The last gift she'd ever give.
Bringing me close and whispering softly into my ear,
"An angel gave this to me,
Keep it safe and never forget,
I love you."
Holding my hand within her own,
Placing you gently within my tiny palm and closing my fingers loosely,
Letting out a great sigh.
Oh my little angel,
Although your silver has been blackened and your turquoise dulled
The memory stays,
The feelings the same.
You will always be with me,
My little angel
Shadow: Mission Impossible 2 AttemptI am but a shadow of the man I used to be, and the man I used to be was never actually me.Shadow: Mission Impossible 2 Attempt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lies and Truths.It's a beautiful lieLies and Truths.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hiding the goodbyes
silencing the cries
shielding the eyes.
It gives you false hope
feeding you light
keeping you sane
hiding your name.
It's an ugly truth
exposing the goodbyes
beckoning the cries
opening the eyes.
It gives you real fear
throwing you into the dark
driving you insane
calling your name.
The Tale of Two GrasshoppersSweet Erato, the amorous one,The Tale of Two Grasshoppers1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Muse of longing, and feelings of love.
Guide my hands in this endeavor.
Lend me the thy passion to tell my story,
This story of love and heroic deeds.
The journey of a soul, wracked with misfortune,
Toward that blissful end for which all beings strive.
Let it touch the souls of those wandering.
Let it be their text to overcome their sorrow.
Let your teachings shine through it.
Erato guide this tale through its darkness,
And guide all involved towards harmonious existence.
For in the pit of desperation a young being resides,
A young grasshopper, with sorrow on his mind.
In a dark cave, on a jet black night,
We approach this pained creature,
Who hides from the light.
no other comes to help him.
No lover comes to call.
Alone in this dark prison,
He contemplates his fall,
From heavens high pedestal,
From the love he had relied,
To hell's lonely pits,
In which he now resides.
The loneliness that is freedom,
Is all that he can see;
An expanse of plains and grass
The power of Onethe circle is thereThe power of One1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fire ignites
a small flame
by whispers and chants
a new voice
a new power
a small sound
the fire explodes
increases and grows
the circle is cracked
the power too much
the flame that began
so small so warm
the flame has risen
the light of a candle
burned and burned
blazing the ground
the power of words
a bonfire has grown
so hot so nice
the chant began
the voice grew loud
chasing others away
and indescribable love
and incomparable bond
fire and chanter
together they break
the circle is shattered
the fire is one
the chanter is one
they are now whole
the power of one