On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
If i was to die tomorrowAnd if I was to die tomorrow,If i was to die tomorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the sun has risen over the valleys
Where we used to walk hand in hand,
Talking about the future,
Our lives stretching out behind us like foot prints in the sand.
Know in your heart that I am safe and I am well.
And when loneliness comes knocking,
Please don’t think that I have just disappeared.
I told you, I would love you forever.
That is a promise I know that I will keep
Because even after I am gone,
You still know where to find me,
The place in your heart that you carved just for me.
Please don’t be angry, I did not want to leave.
I know these days will be hard,
And I can no longer be there to wipe away your tears
But please stay strong my love, please don’t disappear.
When times are tough, think of all the that memories we made,
But also know that it’s fine to fall in love again.
Don’t let my memory rule you,
Live your life to the full,
But know that I will never leave you,
And that in som
moonsongthe crescent moons bitten into my palmsmoonsong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time.
siren's abyssyour metallic voice drips off your tongue,siren's abyss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
acid burning through my paper skin.
a siren song drifts though my mind;
i am a ship crafted from the daily news
being pulled in by your gravity,
sinking your raven colored abyss-eyes
and crashing into your rocky shores.
My WishI can paint the worldMy Wish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn the gray
Into a bright, vibrant landscape.
Illuminate the darkness
Create a beautiful world
With my mind.
I would be satisfied
If I could make
Just one square inch of the earth
A gust of calamity shall sweep across the earth.
Each creation will be seen in it's true light.
I wish to create beautiful things
Though it may be sad
Driven by anger,
It is also driven by
And a never-dying hope
clockwork mechanicshis heart ticks on; hisclockwork mechanics2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
clockwork fingers caress my
Celestial MemoriesGod how I have prayed to never fall preyCelestial Memories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the nectarine gossamer caught on the
cornerstone of your mouth,
a celestial house
Lips radiating like redshift,
indomitable as quasars with
enough poignancy to pierce through my very pulse while
you create maps, circumnavigating through these
black holes that you bore into my being and very core as
my spirit surrendered to your summons long before
I am an ocean of stark emptiness and
you are seemingly endless seas of starburst
You leave and I break into
cold sweat, blueshift and pale skin
Memories of starry night, air on the g string and
cigarette stained fingers about coffee drained tongues
hang on for dear life like
deadening leaves on dampening bark fearing the
fast approaching icy drafts
No matter the nebulae and speed of light,
no matter there be an earth or home to return to or not,
you are for always where I end and
In you is my equinox and
together we shall always lay down and
die only to lay in each others arms soon and
birdlike bonesit's like youbirdlike bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
ConstellationsConstellations wrung ofConstellations2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Celestial grace blazing
The Milky Way
Winged guardians sail
simple pleasureswind caressing my face,simple pleasures2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tangling my hair,
cooling me down
on this hot summer day
running down my chin,
hoping that they grow anew
my daughter's smile
when she splashes me in the pool,
her screeching laugh
when I chase her
it's the simple things
that make me sigh with contentment,
it's the little things
that bring tremendous joy
Corduroyblue corduroy coat,Corduroy2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
frozen lashes, one last breath
suspended in glass
symphonic miseryyou lied the night you kissed me,symphonic misery2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a vision of blood and deconstruction;
feelings with no names.
we were a february tale in a twisted corset.
i can't breathe in your presence
because our still-life fairytale
is your prisoner of war.
the oracle card in my pocket
gave me a revelation:
"love makes us blind;"
(or so it seems)
now, our seasons of knowledge
are just temporary bad memories,
but there is no more music in me.
Believe What LiesBelieve What LiesBelieve What Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do empty smiles appear prettiest?
For the simple reason this is the one you choose to believe,
Without looking for the actual truth that lie behind those eyes,
For apathy has set in; maybe you’re just tired of trying…..
The SnowIf you spent your whole life travelling the world, tasting exotic foods, drinking foreign wine and living in extraordinary places, you would never come across a place quite like Aeveryn. To the traders that pass with their loaded carts or the road-weary travellers who stop in for a night, it seems nothing more than another of those ordinary little settlements that spring up around the place, big enough to thrive and grow but small enough that everyone to know everyone else and every new arrival founds themselves friends of the whole town within days. But what held Aeveryn apart, were its stories. Every town has them, but for Aeveryn it was different. Starting from a single raconteur, one could spread in a single day, and by the end of the week every child will have heard it with rapt attention and every adult be reciting it with their own vivacious retelling. Instead of slowly fading away into dusty memory, each tale would stay alive and so, generations later, parents wouThe Snow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This Is Reality.....Right?This Is Reality….Right?This Is Reality.....Right?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reality really isn’t real, understand that.
UsEvery face has an eye, every eye has a sight,Us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To seek and know, what is wrong and right.
Every sight has a vision, every vision has a dream.
And every dream has a future, to find, to fight.
Every face has an ear, every ear hears a tale,
Of good and bad, success or fail.
Every tale has an end, every end has a hope,
And every hope can live no matter fire or hail.
Every face has a heart, every heart has a soul,
To lead the world to that one last goal.
Every soul has a voice, to speak and to trust,
And every voice, is one of us.
goodbyehair like flamesgoodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a single, adventure-ridden heart to match
she was like a wildfire
spreading over your skin and
her voice would absorb into your veins,
she was a fairytale wrapped up
inside a human being
the whole universe was cupped inside of
her little hands
impossibilities would trickle from her lips
both his hearts are broken
and her body is decomposing in the ground
some days he drops everything he's holding
and ignores every galaxy that is calling out to him
and then he will just sit quietly
for days on end, remembering
the girl who waited
ForgettableForgettableForgettable2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m tempted to change my whole mentality,
To make sure you’ll never be able to forget me,
‘Cause the Devil wishes to be remembered through evil,
And it seems to me being good to folks is just forgettable.
Celestial MemoriesThis is a storyCelestial Memories2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sure you all know,
About a lovely little woman
And her Mr. Scarecrow.
It all began
In a small town like any other.
Where our main characters lived:
A little girl, her father, and her mother.
The family lived
In a small farmhouse,
In a tiny little town
[Yes, fit for a mouse].
The children who lived there
Were very close-knit,
But when Tabby wanted to join
Her father threw a fit.
He would sit her down
And tell her ever so nicely,
"You don't need friends,
All you need is family."
Then, little Tabitha
Would walk to her shelf
And play with her toys...
All by herself.
Her mother was the only one
Who noticed Tabby's loneliness.
She was the only one
Who understood her stress.
She tried her best
To distract Tabby's mind.
They played games
Like pretend and search and find.
Sometimes Tabby's mother
Would teach her new things:
Like sewing, and farming, and working with hay,
[The basics for living a pretty nice life]
So that maybe, just maybe, on one fateful day,
Tabby just migh
How To Be A WriterTo be a good writer,How To Be A Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have found childhood hell,
Dueled teachers in classroom chambers,
have eyes like cynical searchlights,
never got to university,
Be filled with highbrow metaphors
and have an air of pretentiousness,
look like the God of GQ,
have a dark beard,
(or and drug problem will do),
openly confess small problems daily
(even though your life is fantastic),
Have subtlety border to non-existent,
find yourself in parties
of similar minded arrogants
who attack you with waves of
while swirling champagne
in a quartz glass while
wondering why its not diamond.
You must despise your pen,
value your work as sewage,
spew every ounce of melodrama
on to your symbol-filled paper,
Feign interest in fans,
have a mental disorder
(if too hard to achieve, pretend you are
plagued with imaginary problems;
this will give you a tragic canvas
to paint your life on,
this helps sell books).
Do all of this,
and the glorious world
Don't UnderstandDon’t UnderstandDon't Understand2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I don’t understand,
Well then it isn’t worth it.
This is our mindset.
It's More Than ThatIt’s More Than ThatIt's More Than That2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Writing is more than pulling words out of the sky,
And putting them together ‘cause they sound pretty,
It’s more than something to do than to just “pass the time,”
The art of writing is meant to be done purposely,
Not blindly; only trying to unite words that sound beauteous,
It is another means of expression, a form of communication,
A way I can communicate about things that are otherwise difficult to discuss,
It is an externalization of internalized emotions;
Think of writing as a woman,
Where it’s not only about the outside,
But more importantly, the inward,
It’s not only about her smile, but her mind,
So when I write; think of it as such,
Because I write, not to have my words sound attractive,
But to express the ugly truth the inhabits every one of us,
And that’s how it will always be with me, and I’ll never sugarcoat it
Tired of being sad.Real men don't cry, they sayTired of being sad.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Well maybe their right but
I'm stuck with dry eyes
And maybe I'm not right for her
She still sits brokenhearted
And I'm all out of tries
But your life
is worth the price
of me losing my mind
So if you start
to see me smile
Its not a sign
that I'm over you
I see you running through my dreams again
(Happens every night now)
I toss and turn at what we could have been
(I'd stop if I knew how)
It just strikes a nerve, the thought of you out with another man
Holding his hand
And you may ask me what I smile for
Maybe you think I'm happier
With you gone.
I'm not smiling 'cause I'm happy, no
I'm smiling 'cause I'm tired of being sad.
The moment you left my arms
Was the moment I couldn't take
I felt every single part
of my heart start to break
No one else could make me whole
But you're a thousand miles away
And though i feel like my minds giving
I'm taking the breaths to stay
Cause I know we're good for something
We just haven't made it yet
But we'll feel it
I see yo
the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and claythe sound of gears and stone2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world
pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts
the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night
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