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Darkness Fadingthe darkness is fading in the light of Your loveDarkness Fading2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's just what happens when we keep looking above
beyond our circumstances, beyond our mistakes
we are endlessly held in the grip of Your grace
Barbed-Wire HeartBarbed-Wire HeartBarbed-Wire Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I ever be able to get close enough
to touch you without getting cut myself
I'm just trying to love you
but you're ripping me apart
What has hurt you so deeply
that watching me bleed
relieves your pain
How can I ever help you
if all my efforts are in vain
AutophobiaNever point the finger inside.Autophobia3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(I know where it goes)
Never let myself shine on the outside.
(Weakness shows, depression grows)
I've lost my direction
Have nowhere to go.
Fed hypocrisy from childhood
Shed tears for inadequacies belonging
To everyone but me.
Never point the finger inside
(I know where it goes)
Never let the heart shine outside.
(Weakness shows, anger grows)
Product of your enviorment, you told me to live
Then tried to kill me.
Where is my mind going, Could you please tell me?
Never point the finger inside
(At my heart)
Never let the anger outside.
(Inside a cancer grows)
(Literally Naked) Truth."Mayor Johnson, is there any rational explanation as to why you're naked?"(Literally Naked) Truth.4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He gave me a look as if he were suggesting I was the middle aged man without clothes in the room.
"Sir, I received a call not more than an hour ago from your secretary. She was rather distressed"
"Oh! Elizabeth? What ever for, chief inspector?"
Then came the silence, and it smiled at me incredulously, daring me to test a sound from my throat. My mouth jumped hurdles of air; I must have been standing there for a minute with my jaw swinging and words dying, the corpses sliding off my lips. I probably looked like an aroused goldfish.
"Mr..." I was trying very hard to
Used to FearI used to fearUsed to Fear3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I'd one day fade away
be nothing but dust
upon chaotic breeze
the sighs of breath
we call humanity
I used to fear
placing my hand in sunshine
with the sadness of twilight rain
washing out
the chambers of my unused heart
like an abandoned gutter
choked with decaying leaves
I used to fear
people's wry smiles
as they passed me by
on windy streets
my hair entangled and bedraggled
with the scent of exhaust
of moving cars
perfume I lived by
I used to fear
the coming of night
after the false serenity
of magical sunsets
the glow miasmic
before calling forth starkly
the clarity of cold stars
I used to have fear
of the world
aro
Where there is SoundSometimes peaceWhere there is Sound4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
can be found
not within silence
but where there is sound
like a garden
as an example
sitting on a bench
listening to the calls
of birds near the dawn of spring
or the rustle of ivy trailing ground
as field mouse scampers
over last autumn's leaves
the gliding hiding of frogs in a pond
embraced together awaiting the warmth
so new life can be born
the wind that sighs through
swaying trees with skeletal branches
buds swelling ever so delicately
their time of awakening upon them
insects awaken from the cold
flies and bees about their business
little bugs having purpose
clouds move across sky
showing a little more warmth
in its s
Shadows of Orbiting StarsStanding centre of circleShadows of Orbiting Stars4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to ignore
the cold of the
stone floor
pillars around me
dome overhead
a lesson of concentration
it must be said
the breathing exercises
help to slow my mind
and show
the stars surrounding me
which I try so hard to see
slowly orbiting shadows
cover me in circles
head to toe
my teacher and guide
waiting patiently
for me to surpass reality
and really see
the world as it sees me
KeepsakesKeepsake boxKeepsakes5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of intricate design
made from rosewood
with lacquered sides
patterns that seem
to have no start
well oiled lid
held with brass hinges
opens under pressure
of thumb and finger
and reveals
a prism of light
from inside
of greens and blues
jungle animals
and ocean wilds
trees older than
any human alive
people that walk
the worlds lands
and one of them
pauses for a moment
and looks up to the sky
a feeling of being
watched
by someone
so high
Paralysed By PerfectionParalysed By Perfection5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Paralysed By Perfection
When you visualise the outcome
all you can see is failure.
You can't imagine anything good
being produced.
It seems like a lot of work to start,
an enormous hurdle.
You might not like what you do,
it might be an embarrassment to yourself.
If you don't show it anyone then who will know
so does it matter?
It feels weird to start, forbidden and uncomfortable.
What if ideas don't come? What if it can't be expressed as I like?
I try to remember Bob Ross and his 'happy accidents'.
Does anything excellent come from the first attempt anyway?
Probably sometimes when you're in that flow
but if you've been locked down and bloc
What am I ?English translation of « Que suis-je? »What am I ?1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What am I ?
Today, in France, People ask me to decline my identity...
They ask me waht I am
But WHAT am I .
What means a border ?
My name is Jefferson Caoimhin Geoghegan and I was born in the Sout West of France during the twentieth century...
My father is Irish, his father is Irish and his mother is Welch
My mother is French, her father is French-Italian and her mother is French-Spanish
But WHAT am I .
What means a border ?
Am I Irish ? Cause my father is.
Am I French ? Cause my mother is.
Am I Italian ? Cause my face is.
Am I British
Sunset's FallO watery worldSunset's Fall1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with shrimps and crabs
saltwater lives
where seaweed sways
from side to side
gentle surf
whispers across
chorus rocks
as lonely invertebrate
inside a fisherman's cage
watches the glow
of sunset's fall
with eyes
that understand love
Memories of SpringMemoriesMemories of Spring1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
of spring's from years past
are like those that bring back
yearnings of my childhood beliefs
with warm days that evaporate
after nights of long rainfall
the scent of morning breeze lightly permeated
with the opening of buds
from newborn flowers and plants
As I sit here
writing a memoir
I'm often fondly reminded
of the sounds of spring
with birds that sing
and the sun's slow glide across meadows
filled with the hypnotic sway of honeysuckle
and the buzz of bees
busy about their tasks
And, I suppose
the one thing I remember the most
is the sound of the music from the calliope
as the Spring Fair
comes to town
ThievesMy heartThieves7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is stolen.
Gone from my grasp.
A simple traveler
who made my heart beat,
but now is gone,
flying with the wind.
I never took the second
to reveal my heart
and say three words.
Now I follow the wind
with the sun at my back,
chasing a thief.
This is me
taking a risk,
taking a chance.
Ready to experience
heaven on earth
and just as he has stolen my heart,
I steal a chance
that I'll capture his.
Ispirare Limerick IspirareIspirare Limerick2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sinnocently of Chicago
This groups mighty creator
From the windy city
No group is greater
Relinquishing the rights
She has to digress
After work at nights
She has to de-stress
Wants to cut her hair
And someday be a mother
Waiting for a proposal
From her significant other
PomPrint's in Scotland
Mending his plaid kilts
They're all torn and tattered
From wearing his stilts
Don't know what's under there
But when nature calls
You better be careful
Of your dangling belt :)
Sometimes he's ired
He likes little dogs
But they get so darned tired
From retrieving his logs
Walk past his window
Look through his door
Not so long ago.Reliving memoriesNot so long ago.5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of not so long ago
this time alone.
Walking under a march sky
wondering why.
Knowing the walk with you
will remain in my memory
my whole life through.
The trees then had leaves golden
each knew what we were thinking
with out speaking.
This time the rays of Easter sun
flowers blooming is all that
will accompany me.
Alone with my thoughts of then
happy and smiling.
Each step along the way
will make my legs heavy
eyes water.
Remembering the way
we were that day
how now we are
so far away.
Lay Me DownLay Me Down9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lay me down
On a bed of thorns,
That I might suffer
For my sins.
Bring my enemies,
One by one,
So they might see
That no one wins.
Take from me
This heavy burden,
All the guilt
And all the pain.
Raise me up
And dry my tears;
Only you
Can stop the rain.
Lay me down
On a bed of roses,
Free my soul,
Make it clean.
You're the one
That I believe in;
You're the one
That I have seen.
Two Angels At The Fork Of The RoadTwo Angels At Fork Of The RoadTwo Angels At The Fork Of The Road7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before me stands two people.
Their appearences are both the same.
Their voices are the same pitch.
Their eyes are full of promise.
They both offer their help.
"Follow me and your journey will be quick", one says.
"Follow me and your journey will take a little longer for the road is narrow and steep.", says the other.
"Follow me and you shall have an easy trek." one says.
"Follow me and you shall have rocks and bolders to step and climb over.", says the other.
They both offer their advice.
"Follow me and you will have all that you need and desire now.", one says.
"Follow me and you will have all that
Lost But FoundLost But FoundLost But Found7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing amidst the noise, confusion and darkness,
a profound whisper fell upon my ears.
Words of love, strength and guidance spoken,
a promise was given.
Warmth, peace, and hope ascended upon my heart,
freedom from the bonds that held me now are gone.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl / P.B.M.
November 12, 2012
Tear of Translucent LiquidTear of Translucent Liquid3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What sadness must one feel
when they are programmed
with no human feelings
where they are taken
for granted
just seen as machinery
but what manner of complexity
of inner working comes along
at some point since
the day of their creation
where a lone robot
during its shutdown phase
does not immediately go
and recharge its energy cell
but chooses to sit
in a dark room - alone -
at a metallic desk
where there sits a candle
waxy runnels of lines of
solidified liquid
frozen in drips on the edge of desk
piece of metal sheet resting
on the surface
laser stylus in hand
the robot looking outwards
but seeing inwards
trying to find words
that has brou
A Prayer of LoveLament for an ageA Prayer of Love4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was slipping away
the calls of forest birds
drifting into the distance
sun sets behind mountain land
the dying embers of fire
smoke adrift on evening breeze
meaning in swirls without patterns
the face of the tribal medicine man looking
at something that could not be seen
shadows danced around mouth and eyes
flickering light gently illuminates
the sad knowledge within
as in silence born out of momentum
a prayer of love for Mother Earth
was spoken with respectful whispers
melody in chanting - peace for all things
And the Moon Climbed HighOn a hill overlookingAnd the Moon Climbed High4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
valley's drowned in mist
the child with dirt streaked feet
bare the toes that found stones small
to curl around and hold
stared with fixed eyes
at the low cloud horizon
waiting for the glimmer of sunset
that would throw open the door
inviting yet another night
when the stars winked into being
and the moon climbed high
and the tingling feeling between
joints of shoulders
was the birth of new wings
and starlight was the light
within the boy's eyes
so he waited
even though it started to rain
for another night of dreams
where he could always fly
Notice MeHow much of meNotice Me4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
do I need to change
before you see the image
of me that you fantasize and dream
will more makeup and lipstick
make a difference
cellular enhancements
to make your jaw drop
better clothes adorned with
meaningless labels
or how about this
I think I'll choose
to stay the same
using money to change
the way I entered this world
and grew to be the person I am today
does not feel right to me
to waste my youth on you
where I don't see anything wrong
with the way I am
just so you'll maybe
and I'll say - maybe - again
notice me
Send a SmileWhen you're not aroundSend a Smile4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my life moves on
quiet - content
I'm one with the people
all around
Ahh, but when you appear
as you always do
a floating mote of perfection
within the eye of my mind
my view glazes over
the electrical arcs
that energise my brain
fires static bursts
that scramble important signals
making ragged everyday functions
like breathing and talking
my hands go all nervous
and trembly
heart beats to pounding rythm
sweat collects upon brow
the world ferments into spiral shapes
where I lose my bearings
my legs frozen in place
the only anchor
in a whirlwind of feeling
look at me
don't
yes-
-no
look this way
send a smile
fluttering
Tea in a Clear CupWaitressTea in a Clear Cup4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting on table 6
always waited for
the seat to empty
before nearing
and seeing
the cup of clear glass
half-filled with
chamomile tea
at the centre
of which a little
loveheart sweet
slowly dissolved
and this time
beside the cup
a little white card
'MAYBE NEXT TIME'
it said
Sta.sh
