Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even though you are no longer caged
The call of the growing sky
Keeps us forever engaged
Though we may try to rise and fly.
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.
A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.
She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
And royal purples.
She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
And closed caverns.
But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.
The girl was lonely.
So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.
Meant to BeEscape from the flames of fantasyMeant to Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dyed red from poor wrath
Without opening those eyes
To the frozen blue world
In which everything is the same
Both in the present and past
With only a path of grey stone
To branch into the future
But reality is blocked
From the colors of the ice and flames
And those eyes can only see
The grey of what is meant to be
SovereignThe sovereign that reignsSovereign3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over the grey sky
Keeping close to faith
As fear draws to mind
One That Burns FireA little man holds fire in his handOne That Burns Fire3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something known all across the land
Still he is unable to catch a glimpse
Though modern machines have tried since
Yet he is safe behind weary masks
Forever amused by tedious tasks
Keeping hold to slight burst
While watching in simplistic mirth
But that little man does not know
That which he holds shares a common foe
And as his mind begins to fall
It cannot bother him at all
For a true flame will never die
When there is still one left to cry
Look, Here!Can you see,Look, Here!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hanging by a thread?
To preserve my pride
Better left for dead...
Can You Hear Me?Muse, bless me, let me spin my tale.Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of death and destruction.
Will you believe me?
A story of infidelity and war.
A story of blood and rape.
Can you hear my cries?
A story of murder and trickery.
I am calling out to you.
A story of Helen of Sparta.
The day she arrived at my home I knew.
I saw the blood, dripping from her dainty hands.
I saw the fangs hidden behind shining teeth.
Her beauty does not act as a mask. Her beauty does not act as a veil.
Taken from her home, does she despair?
Or perhaps celebrate?
Am I insane?
Infidelity becomes bigotry.
Does it matter?
A second husband, a second life.
I see the blood splattered on her pale wedding dress.
My father smiles, he welcomes her.
He does not heed my warning. He does not heed my dreams.
Will they listen to me?
Or mock my existence?
Am I insane?
I see the camps, the war camps.
Our city is safe, they say.
They send our youth.
Sent to slaughter other youth, and be slaughtered in return.
The city is safe with our impe
Absolute NothingnessThe Universe, what exactly is it? What will happen to it?Absolute Nothingness3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Everything in existence.
A figment of our imagination.
Newton's third law of motion.
Controlled by a deity.
Created by a deity.
The Universe, if it really does exist, came from nothing. Not the nothing we commonly associate emptiness with, but the true 'nothing' where there was absolutely no thing; no vacuum, particles, plates, forces, deities. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But, that extent of nothingness is such a hard matter for people to grasp because we have nothing (hah) in our vocabulary to describe it. We have never experienced it, absolute nothing, like we have never reached absolute zero and it will never happen. Nothing, no thing; there will always be something there because with the 'creation' of the world the likeness of absolute nothingness was destroyed in the sense that any being could witn
Floating on FireThe warm air buffets me upwardFloating on Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into happy delirium
only to fall and again
New Note, New TabNew note,New Note, New Tab2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It taunts me.
An empty page.
It stays, plaguing my mind so riddled with writer's block.
I wish to write just what I feel;
If only I could take up my pen or keys
And simply record everything.
My ideas seem to push words forward,
Yet language holds all that I wish to convey far, far away.
If only I could reach up and pull the words I need
From nothing at all except an over-active mind.
Still, I am bound to what I know
And have yet to experience.
Please fill with words and phrases
Intertwining and possibly rhyming.
If only it was simple to write...
HolesShot OneHoles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knicks me right in the forhead,
gets my mind like
the vacancy of goodnight kisses
and it spills my thoughts all over me.
Unsaid words and undone actions
pour out of my brain
spilling on my face
dripping down over my eye
dribbling over my lips
off of my chin
covering your face and my own
in hot, wet
quakes my body like a hurricane
punching my physical heart
making me understand that
singular, selective pain
of the spiny words 'i love you' as
they fall from your mouth,
and it breaks my bones like
tension breaks gazes,
implodes like stars
and allows my rib cage to knife into
my center and tear the red meat
like God's comet of a sewing needle
tears the fabric of space.
I am brought to my knees as
vacuums the wind out of me,
captures my breathe like a
tiger caught by the toe, like a
firefly drawn into a glass jar
that tumbles down a mountain
of superficial wishes,
skewering the air out of my lungs
rocking me back,
taking the torch from the temple
N o v ai.N o v a3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
Writing a PoemIf only it was simple to write poetry...Writing a Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To have the ability to write what you wanted
And to find inspiration anywhere,
May it be from nature, war, friends, anything.
I wish I could take up my pen
And write beautiful words
All intertwining and maybe even rhyming.
Or maybe I could put my hands
To my keyboard with meaning
And just, well, type.
But it's really not that simple
To write a decent, or beautiful poem.
It takes time, and practice.
And guess what?
You're right, practice.
But once you finally have that poem,
Completed and strong,
You know it's worth the effort.
Well, most of the time.
Unless your poem was really bad.
HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambitionHoles2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
Lucifer's fallLucifer's fall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.
Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.
You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.
I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.
I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.
I can feel you all over,
My body is sinful,my soul is almost gone
I know the taste of your scent,love,
And I know your body is still warm.
And one day,I just felt the known heat;
I felt your lips on my neck,your arms around me
I looked at the mirror,how fucking good we are together.
And in that darkness,I knew,you'll never leave.
Gravityi'm dedicating this dream to you:Gravity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my match-girl, my cold alleyway ghost.
wishes for you are reasons without -
so i'm filling up my palms with straws,
clutching on desperation so i don't reach out -
because the second your hand is here,
i'll give you all of me, i know it.
i'm dedicating this dare to you:
my match-girl, my cold alleyway ghost.
haunt me always at the end of hallways,
but don't come any closer to my skin -
i'm too cold and frightened here,
with no earth to grip in case i fall -
crush me to the ground, leave me gravity.
Of YesterdaySnow falls on the battlefieldOf Yesterday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Washing over the blood
And the old tools
As mothers come
To find their children
Laying under its cold embrace
And a little girl
Mourns for her brother
A handsome young man
Killed in the raids
But he would not let her
Pick up a weapon
Because she was weak
Because she was tired
But he can speak no more
And of the war plaguing her
As he drove his knife
At the attackers
But the knife slipped away
And struck his own heart
In the forgotten times
StolenCan you findStolen3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What was hidden
To pay no mind
Over hearts smitten
Can you face
Our stares again
Before the chase
From fellow men
Can you see
What you have done
By setting free
Possessions of one
Mine to Steal: Brunhilde's SongCoiling serpents with ruby eyesMine to Steal: Brunhilde's Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A silver band and golden sword
Beyond a cage of flames and frogs
To frozen walls of ice and snow
Flows through a solemn lullaby
Humming stories to be told
Sing not to me a coward's tale
With sparkling eyes and living breath
Leave a heart like mine to steal
And let a silent message hold
Shield those eyes with ruby gems
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A golden helm and silver spear
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,Willow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart.
Scars worn down like henna tattoos.
A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,
rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.
But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
AdrianHe holds his treasure in a damask caveAdrian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behind a silver and hardened lock
That has troubled the minds of many thieves
As they cannot help but wonder
As to what lies beyond those black curtains
Shielding the treasure from the scalding sun
He has always preferred a deep violet to black
It reminds him of the haughty monarchs
That invade his everlasting peace
But what do they measure to him
The rich one
The dark one
The unfortunately immortal one
He always wonders who he is behind his darkened mask
He knows he is not death
As his treasure holds more than measly souls
But he is not life nor will he be
As it can be told by his realm
That lies under the depths of Earth
He sometimes visits the world
That excited his meager and forgotten past
With stories of heroes and creatures
And enlightening tales of adventures
That differed from the dull and stuffy spirits
Who still hide behind their feathered wings
He would trade his title and his power
To understand himself
And his bountiful t
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then stop being the girl I love,
Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.
What It's ForPeace is for the dreamersWhat It's For2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is for the fools
Happiness is for the naive
Hope is for the ignorant
Thought is for the lonely
Care is for the poor
Joy is for the needy
Money is for the selfish
Life is for the minority
Death is for the majority
Time is for the absent
Space is for the nonexistent
Feeling is for the young
Emotion is for the apathetic
Knowledge is for the unconcerned
Wisdom is for the insouciant
Optimism is for the blind
Pessimism is for the realistic
Kindness is for the inconsiderate
Logic is for the irrational
Sensibility is for the absurd
Intelligence is for the asinine
Sanity is for the impractical
Fear is for the brave
Grief is for the content
Pity is for the magnificent
And nothing is for us all.
JupiterIn a crazed dream I swore to protect himJupiter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To keep him far from creeping shadows
And the death that still escapes me
As I gave his arms my cursed blessing
And knelt to his everlasting power
With hope for a sign from past
But he dared to raise his eyes
To meet my own tear stained orbs
With a caring and sparkling smile
As he grabbed me by a scarred hand
To present to me a new hope
He showed me an eternally shining sky
One that I had glanced at many times before
But he revealed hidden treasures I had never seen
He gestured to each constellation with his voice rising
And falling with each myth recited to me
He showed me each dream that fell back to the stars
To confide in his glorious brothers and sisters
Whose bright spheres colored the darkness
But they seemed to shine brighter at his calls
As if only an attempt to make me smile
Or even create just a curve in my lips
As my face lit to a bright red
Deeper than the reflection of his storms
I think I love him
But I am terribly afraid to lose
A Dying RainbowA Dying Rainbow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Dying Rainbow
I'm always told that I'm such a wonderful person
And that I'm thoughtful, caring, kindhearted, and so important
But they don't see what's behind closed doors, the constant clashes with torment
Damage goes unseen as I blanket everything with cold smiles that seem slightly burdened
My tears quake while they hide behind my blackened shades
My hands tremble because I'm holding onto so much of this hate
My body is painted nonchalant so I have to appear in an emotionless state
My blood system is clogged with suicidal thoughts that make me want to break
I've been like this far too long
I wish I died before this had begun
Surrounded by fear is where I don't belong
I just want this lucid nightmare to be over and done
Society these days
Teaching children the old prejudice ways
And that's why certain individuals grow up so afraid
In the end, a premature death is the price loved ones pay
I'm one of those
Dwelling in fear at the end of my rope
Trying to conceal agony tha