Red Rose of BeautyRed Rose of Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red rose of beauty
With thorns so sharp and yet leaves so fragile
Red like the purest blood.
So harmless, yet so harmful.
Red rose of beauty let me pick you with fragility, take care of you
with love and forever watch your leaves grow.
Red rose of beauty I will take care of you untill you wither.
LifeLife.Life2 years ago in Letters More Like This
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
RainRain trickles down my window paneRain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying diamond tears
Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph
Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses
A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love
I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed
I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle
Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me
Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
And we say goodbye to the remnants of the vanishing rain
Two AngelsTwo angels anchored to the wint’ry floorTwo Angels1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alone at last; sweet ev'rythings drift nigh
Straight-jacket wings, down fingers I adore
My feathers ruffled, longing so to fly
But whisp’ring angel, why won’t you take flight?
Snow curtain lifts; betrays his shackled feet
The weather dips, you won’t survive the night
In such ferocious wind and lack of heat
He hugs the fence, his fingers brush my cheek
Refusing tears won’t stop my being drowned
He knows goodbyes were never meant to speak
I bite and break the chain that leaves him bound
Two fallen angels steal the form of geese
But none confined the other can’t release
CrostroseIn a remote region of a forgotten land, the Crostrose Temple stands as a symbol of tranquility and help. The injured were cared for without cost, those without shelter were freely given it, and for those who could not afford to support their children a good home was created. The Crostrose Temple stood as a place of help for all.Crostrose2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many in the forgotten land could not afford to feed a growing son, and the temple acted as an orphanage for these boys. When they turned sixteen they were faced with a choice: Make their own way in the world or take the vow of silence as the last step to become a monk. Most chose to make their own way in the world.
The boys all went through the steps of becoming a monk, except the vow. In this way, they were given a choice when they were of age. Each boy was told how they came to the temple when they were sixteen, and each made their choice of how to proceed in their life.
Each boy save one.
Jaren had been born in the temple and had lived all his life within it
Voices Of The ClockI look up and the clock chimes twelve,Voices Of The Clock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I witness silent whistles working the night,
Under the flaming furies of crimson candlelight.
Into a grave of loneliness with despair I do delve,
To find happiness beyond my own shrouded sight.
I look up and the clock chimes eleven,
And I hear quiet sprockets slaving the morning,
Under the twitching tears of yellow yawning.
Down in a hell of woe I so long to give in,
But I seek joy before I start my misery mourning.
I look up and the clock chimes ten,
And I see vague gears governing the day,
Under the burning blades of cyan clay.
Yet here in this pit of hunger I'm about to begin,
On a blissful path that led me on it's wondrous way.
Tick tock cries the cogs and gears of the clock,
Managing it's tireless triumph of time,
Over those realities of ravenous rhyme.
Eroding away the most rhythmic of rock,
As I run upon satin sands of lovelorn luck.
I look up and the clock chimes nine,
In a world without worry or fear of feeling fine,
Perceiving it's a
The SessionHis eyes flitted through the room, taking in every vague little detail. It was the type of room you'd find in a cheesy television show. It was filled with frilly little things, frozen statues, and slightly flowered walls. Distinctly feminine. The desperately calm man in the chair cleared his throat. His voice was barely a whisper above the thundering silence of the room,The Session2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'll be your therapist." Therapist said.
"I'll be your patient." Patient replied, a snide grin plastered across his face. Therapist, clearly choosing to ignore the mocking in Patient's reply, continued,
"Do you know why you're here?"
"I'm here because the court told me to be." Patient leaned back in his chair, causing it to creak.
"Right… so, how about you start by telling me about these dreams you've been having?"
Patient's eyes darted around the room, still taking in every detail. His eyes narrowed.
"You a fan?" Patient asked, gesturing at the poster on the wall of some famous baseball player.
"Yes. It's good to hav
Beauty of MothsFew people understand the beauty of moths,Beauty of Moths4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ghost-like they drink upon our sorrows
sipping the nectar of the moonlight,
messengers of Morpheus they carry dreams
Lion HeartIt is building up deep within her fragile body like a heaving monsoon forming over the dry, cracked, heavy heat of an African savannah; an unforgiving and all-consuming storm desperately willing to drown out its less than fleeting welcome. Flickering with ceaseless coils of skin-searing energy like a grey-faced fugitive's adrenaline stricken heartbeat, it is not a bringer of life, but a threat to itand even the most reckless are hardwired to take flight in the face of such a colossal and uncompromising foe.Lion Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beyond these white-washed walls, the world would have her believe that she is brave, a lioness, an exception confronted by the inevitable; but outrunning the storm is no longer an option, and she has never felt more betrayed. Slowly, it is emanating from her heart and through the pulmonary arterythere, free to roll and crash, it engulfs her lungs in a terrible thunder that rattles the brittle bones holding her together. The ominous feeling that has settled into
Apple TreeThere on top of the hill,Apple Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sits a little apple tree.
With the best one you will ever see,
but on the inside is sour.
Then there is little neglected ugly me,
who has a taste as sweet as can be.
Everyone wants to pick the other,
while no one looks at me.
They go to her every day,
I just sit and rot away.
One time someone saw me,
but just threw a rock my way.
Just some days,
I wish I was the other apple.
Then finally one day,
someone stops and looks at me.
Really looks and doesn't cause pain.
My only question is,
will I finally be picked over the other?
MarleeThere are tales passed aroundMarlee2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On cold windy nights,
In a sideways highway bar named,
The Devil's Own Heights.
It was a lonesome little joint,
Hardly five regulars a day.
But always in its corner sat,
An old woman on the gray.
E'ry day she orders the same,
"A gimlet and lemon side."
Then to her table she would stay,
To drink, drink, and abide.
If a kind soul took to askin'
"For what do you wait so long?"
The only thing she would ever say,
Was "Some rain and a song."
Well rain it did on that land,
Perhaps once a lifetime!
For that little stretch of road,
Was too high for clouds to climb.
But still that little old woman,
Sat in that corner there.
Until finally, one windy night,
Rain fell through the air.
Some rain and a song indeed! By Jove,
The water came down like a flood.
And through the night air wafted in,
A song that be chillin' the blood.
That little old woman stood up then,
And strode to the bar smilin'
Said, "Today I'll have a gimlet for two."
And a voice outside be howlin':
A Byron AdviceFaireth the morn, till the sunlit ember shineA Byron Advice2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And watcheth the pearl effervescence of the moonshine
Hark, and hear the cry of larks, the sound of waves
As you watch the shores of life pass by
Shineth the whiteness, as the poet is invited
The phoenix, omnipresent, solemn as cited
Fair be the man, a shine of diamond, in stark
contrast the vastness, a vestige of the Ark
Guideth both, but nigh, fair maiden,
For you must venture forth, and bid thine shade and
farewell. For what is ambivalence, when he who is above
Knoweth that our punishment... is our love...
Faireth thine journey well, both of ye...
And press forth forward, with warmth and glee
For there is not a moment's notice, before the shores of the sea
Alas, set aft, and are as damned as life can be...
A Guardian's Story: Part 18 (Jack Frost x Cupid)(part 18)A Guardian's Story: Part 18 (Jack Frost x Cupid)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The humans were having too much fun to notice the mysterious footprints appearing around them and the extra snowballs whizzing through the air. I had just blocked one of Jack's snowballs by shielding myself with my wing, but when I moved it again, a wild shot from Jim hit me right in the stomach. Jack started laughing so hard that he didn't even see my next attack coming until it splattered across his face. I dodged immediately, using Liz as a human shield until she darted sideways to hide herself behind the truck. Jim gave chase and I assumed Jack would come with him, so I ran around the vehicle as well. Suddenly a mound of snow fell straight down onto my head and I looked up in surprise to see Jack floating above me, pointing and laughing.
“No flying!” I yelled and leapt up to grab his leg and yank him back down.
I must have yanked a little too hard, because he gave a short cry just before being slammed face first into the powdery s
A Guardian's Story: Part 15 (Jack Frost x Cupid)(part 15)A Guardian's Story: Part 15 (Jack Frost x Cupid)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sat on the cold roof and stared up at the moon in frustration, daring him to send me words of comfort; but he just stared back at me silently. Minutes passed without a sound or a movement. Fear and desperation tightened painfully around my heart as my mind raced through all the consequences of my failure. I needed advice or help. I needed a miracle. I needed the moon to tell me what to do.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I said out loud, the threat of tears causing my voice to waver, “After all our years as friends, why would you be silent now when I need you most? I have no idea what to do; I don't even know what went wrong. Why is this happening to me? Just tell me, and I'll fix it!”
“Why won't you talk to me?!” I cried.
After the echoes of my outburst had faded away, a soft voice spoke into my mind, Behind you.
I turned my head and caught a brief glimpse of unmist
Transmission LostThe transmission doesn’t reachTransmission Lost2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
here, past snaking gravel roads under
mountainous shadows; the voices
in the static are corrupted, short
circuiting in and out of focus
with each click of the dial.
We are similar, you and I,
nameless voice in the void –
you, invisible, intangible, inaudible;
and I, imperceptible, inarticulate,
hibernating under mountains
until brain waves become words,
and words become
A Guardian's Story: Part 4 (Jack Frost x Cupid)(part 4)A Guardian's Story: Part 4 (Jack Frost x Cupid)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As we all started to head out of the library, I waved goodbye to my cherubs, "I'll send you guys assignments as they come to me, so be paying attention."
They saluted and fluttered off back to work, then I turned and trotted after the other guardians. North led the way up the stairs, and I noticed that the surface of my banister was coated with a thin layer of slick frost. That was going to make a nice mess as it melted. I shot a glare up at Jack's back, and he seemed to sense it because he turned his head slightly so that I could see his devious smirk. What was that kid the guardian of, anyway? Obnoxiousness?
When we got to the top of the stairs, we walked out into one of my rooftop gardens. This was where I liked to sit out at night and catch up with the man in the moon sometimes. He spoke to me often, or at least more often than he spoke to other guardians, so I'd heard. I don't know why our connection was deeper – perhaps bec
Too soonToo soon2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have some things to say
Before you slip away
You try to guard your heart
Because your awful part
I feel your pain
But don't let it make you lame
I say this not as a friend
Nor with advise to lend
I observe with a deeper feeling
One very more sealing
So ill look and be near
But i will fear
You will never love me
But we will wait and see
A Guardian's Story: Part 7 (Jack Frost x Cupid)(part 7)A Guardian's Story: Part 7 (Jack Frost x Cupid)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As soon as Jamie and Sophie finished their dinner, they rushed upstairs to where we were waiting.
Jamie's big brown eyes scanned the room hopefully, "Where's Cupid?"
Jack turned to me, "Come on, don't be invisible. That's just rude."
"It's not rude, it's cautious," I corrected him, even as I reluctantly faded into view for the humans, "Once I'm visible, anyone can see me; and just what are we going to do if the grown up Bennetts walk in and find me haunting their son's room?"
Jack laughed at the thought of it, but Jamie lit up with excitement and ran to his desk, where he began pulling out markers, scissors, and construction paper.
"Miss Cupid," he said, "I was hoping you could help me make the Valentine for Zoey. I want to draw a picture on it, and I was thinking–"
"Jamie, hon," I interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, "I will absolutely help you with it, but not tonight. I need you and Sophie to go to bed as quickly as possible, so we
A Guardian's Story: Part 17 (Jack Frost x Cupid)(part 17)A Guardian's Story: Part 17 (Jack Frost x Cupid)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waking up as a powerless spirit was a strange feeling, and I tried to remember if this was what it had felt like to be human. My muscles were sore, my body felt heavy and uncoordinated, and my wings were numb. Where my senses would normally be resonating with the harmonics of a thousand different compatible people about to meet, now I only felt empty stillness. The visions and information which usually ran through the back of my mind like a constant drone were eerily silent. I almost thought I'd become mortal again until Liz walked right through my body on her way to Sophie's bedside.
“Come on, Soph, time to wake up,” the woman said gently, “Becky's mom is giving you a ride to preschool this morning, and we don't want to make her wait.”
From the next room I could hear Jamie's voice call, “Mom, is it a snow day?”
“Snow!” Sophie popped awake and scrambled out of bed to run to her window.
“It's not a s
Color of BlueWe come, skin tinted the color of frost,Color of Blue2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Color of cold, color of blue.
They shout, carrying words with the wind, preaching,
"People are equal," but people are lost.
Little lies, the size of snowflakes drift,
Landing on hopes, landing on dreams.
Our hearts, with winter's tears touching it, freeze,
Numbing it until the blood turns blue.
For some, the cold beats them down,
Chilling their warmth, chilling their light.
Their blood, turning into blue ice shatters,
Finally cracking under the pressure.
We're told, with wide expecting eyes,
Reach for better, reach for perfection.
Blue blood, polluting our minds with every expectation,
Only beating for the lies we believe.
We travel, lost in a world of people,
Searching for worship, searching for praise.
The sun, blazing truth on our perma-frosted bodies,
Attempts to make blood the color of love once more.
botanical maladyif i could walkbotanical malady1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
these sterling hooves along your chest
and press down, hard,
white peonies would bloom from your windpipe
petals folding over peeled lips,
floral rabies, a disease of botany.
and if you could wrap
your flaxen arms around my ribs,
champagne limbs melting silver,
a garden would burst from my mouth.
L'ECUME ET LE TITANL'écume et le TitanL'ECUME ET LE TITAN2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Au fond des eaux
Froideur d'abysses enténébrée d'onyx
S'endort triste en soupirant
Vague de force, puissante écorce
Infini océan qui renie son néant
Cur glacé de solitude creusée par l'habitude.
Une aurore s'ourle d'or
Le ciel ici bleu balbutie
Quand sans le dire, un rire
Passe sous la surface.
« Dis donc », tonne le Titan,
Tiré de son sommeil par cette voix vermeille
« Toi ! Sur l'onde, tu oses dans le rose tirer le Monde
Des abysses précipices ?
Approche en mon royaume, sans heaume
Et je serais bon homme. »
« Non », répondit splendide le rire candide.
« Non ? »
Le Titan de rugir, l'aurore de rougir
Et l'océan s'étire
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.
Frozen FootprintsSometimesFrozen Footprints2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I step in the frost just to see my own footprint
The grass crunch beneath my feet
That I have changed something
Left something behind
That may or may not
Change the course of somebody's life
A man is walking on this very sidewalk
An old man
About to cross an older street
He stops to look at the footprint
Left as a gift
As a speeding car misses him by an inch
Because of a trace in the snow
A death had been delayed
And when I walk home today
And see my own gift
My own promise
I will smile
Even if the sky is gray
And the clouds are crying
If you leave something behind
A little something
As a gift
Someone might leave something for you