A Haiku and FeatureI've got a haiku for ya.
you know what? men suck, that's what,
and the moment you
think they don't, they surprise you.
Almost wrote that in a deviation, but I thought it wasn't necessarily deviation-worthy. Just a little blurp.
Anyhow, how's everyone ELSE doing? Funky dory, correct? Awesome.
Here's a feature for you just for the heck of it....and since I love ya.
The world above by MrRabLothe green creature of the deep forest by ICONcreations:thumb321408481:Hallstatter See by xthumbtakxIn My Head by hakukamizakitimes when i know youll be sad by chriseastmidsbouquet by reina343:thumb322974164::thumb321814284:Reflection of the sky by IoneekJennifer Lawrence Drawing by Live4ArtInLAyou will never be a ghost by chriseastmidsUndergrowth by XxSonoKyuuketsukixXHelena Drawing by Live4ArtInLAI wish it would rain down by LuizaLazargrandfather by cristinewakesuphappyLily by BriscottMirrored by ElenihrivesseTo another place, another space by LuizaLazarcrossfires by mebiliaRise And Shine by JustinDeRosaIsolationism by Masqued-Mistress:thumb321040050:Letter from a Loved One by neonsquigglecolder then the shadows in an empty heart by chriseastmids. falling . by Nahamut:thumb321301
The Memory of MomentsLife passes like a scent drifting on the flowing breezeThe Memory of Moments5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caressing your senses for an instant
before moving on to wherever we all go.
I hope my gentle touch isn't too brisk
and that the chill doesn't
leave your nose bitten by frost
when I've gone,
but instead I wish to be
comforting coolness on a sunny hillside
to sweep over your moist hot body
and provide relief to you for a time.
And you shall remember those happy times.
I hope that in the memory of me you will recall
the pleasant scent of cinnamon or ginger
mixed with rose petals or lavender
and so every time you walk by that bakery we know
or stroll through our garden
you will think of me
Smile. Because it's a pleasant memory.
I hope you'll not only feel it in the breeze
but also hear me whisper there softly
those most heartfelt words you long to hear
and know I'd say. Know I'm saying.
It's those fleeting moments
that I hope you'll cherish in your mind
and remember me.
EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushingEcstasy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...
and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish dreams
and catching my musical voice in thrumming vibrations
inside my internal string instruments.
We leave bright orange-red
d r i p d r o p s
trailing behind us on polished floors
--evidences of our displayed careless passion--
to be wiped up in a napkin
and tossed in the trash.
Peace Is...PeacePeace Is...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath bare toes
Speckles of sunlight
filtered through leaves
falls softly on smooth, warm skin
Heat rises humidly
from the body
along Earth's surface.
Her light breath brushes
the heat from damp skin
like a fly
as eyes trail the
lines of a page
A Portrait of A PoetShe spends most days dreaming of beingA Portrait of A Poet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning quick, talented,
and oh, oh-so beautiful
and her days are truly just beginning
As she sits in Science class, writing out
frolicsome metaphors brimming with emotion
her confidence is pining
from deep hurts and a broken heart
yet she finds inspiration most in unhappiness
So she scribbles down painful thoughts
amongst her oblivious classmates,
hoping the words will come
Her skin radiates sunlight, as
Phillipine blood runs in her veins,
and she rests her head in Thailand sunsets.
Her travels have led her to Cambodia-
snapping pictures along the way-
and she sees that the same sunny sky in her own
is reflected in the eyes of those strangers
she has found
oh, oh-so beautiful.
Her words jump out
in bright and vivid colors
leaving her fingerprints on your heartstrings.
An EverydayThe sky changesAn Everyday6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before my eyes
on the horizon
Childish HeartsChildish h e a r t s,Childish Hearts5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flawless and whole,
run b a r e f o o t
without any cares
They p l a y with the night
through storm-cloudy dreams
flying in and around
s o m e w h e r e s
F a s t e n me
to my childish heart
with t h o s e little
pieces of string
And lift me through
love's w i n d y caress
over the moon to go
s o a r i n g
Tie my s w e e t lovey
Just Love"Why do you love me?"Just Love6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'd asked this question countless of times before, but never seemed to understand the answer. The answer was always different, yet it was never solid and never was reason enough for me. Things like, "because you're beautiful" or "because you're a great mother" or the infamous "because you love me." They all seemed obvious. Still not good enough reasons to me. The reason for my disbelief was given in his answer this time.
"I don't know."
At first I didn't know how to respond. I could have been offended. But I wasn't. Then he continued.
"Probably for the same reason you love me."
Suddenly it made sense why I kept asking the question. I was feigning humility, wishing to know the answer not just to understand him, but to understand myself. I needed ideas to come up with my own reasons for loving him.
"I don't know either."
We sat in silence then,
Drops of CrimsonLipstick stainsDrops of Crimson5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on his crisp button-up
Drops of blood
on her soft tissue
A bright cardinal
sitting on a snowy branch
Shocks of red
on clean white slates
Great beauty every day
in the world's imperfections
High on Pink Rose PetalsHigh on Pink Rose Petals5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool breezes brush the sunny heat
off pale freckled skin and
Hazel-brown eyes look up
watching the blue and white movement in the sky
through the dancing leaves surrounding white tree-bark
Soft cool velvet tickles the senses
and she drinks it in through smiles and heartbeats
High on the scent of pink rose petals
Blue-Violet Skiesout my window at duskBlue-Violet Skies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flow softly with the
movement of the gentle
and black brush-strokes
from heaven etch
the branches and lines
of the tree's silhouette
another everyday work of art
from the earth
that my eyes can behold
for simply moments
Dried Flowers in a Silver Shoetoken of loveDried Flowers in a Silver Shoe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shiny and delicate
holds to its heart
the withered blooms
from the night...
pinned to her dress
stained with her tears
and putting off the perfume
that once made her heart
and might have been
now kept safe
in the silver dainty sole