The Stray I AmI have no place in this world.The Stray I Am2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just float from space to space.
Talking to this boy and that girl,
each time wearing a different face.
Coming from nowhere and having nothing,
I try to find some form of peace.
From place to place I keep on jumping,
occupying shelter without maintaining a lease.
I transform from this person to that person,
whoever I need to be for the occasion.
struggling through bouts of internal coercion,
losing myself more and more in these alterations.
Always on alert, preparing for the next move,
in a moments notice I can pick up and run.
React on impulse, jumping into new shoes.
Walking in the next life until its worn out and done.
Pick up a new life, leave the old behind,
And yes, its that easy. There's nothing to miss.
Take a look at my past, see what you find.
A stray who did what he had just to exist.
You won't finda life lived with integrity,
no great achievements that warrant any pride.
Just a rocky timeline of vague activity,
A small spot on the world just
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
To Anonymous LoveI was but the lost artist, not even sure why I started this.To Anonymous Love3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My fates were misaligned after that dazzling first time, that words reached my ears of yours my dear.
To justify my life gone awry I had to see you just one more time.
Why wont they let me reach you?
Why won't they just let me talk and say "Who?"
Who are you? Ye who gave me this beautiful determination.
No more lacerations upon my nation of the size of my heart.
Thank you anonymous, for this love start....
Love"The love of someone....the thing that is the most strongest in the world...Love7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
it can break depression and cause happiness...it Can shape mountains and pave roads...
it can cause light in the darkest of times...the love of someone is a TRUE rareity indeed...
most ppl will find death before they find love....
most ppl will find anger before they find love...
most ppl will find rejection before they find love...
most ppl will find depression before they find love....
most ppl will find pain before they find love...
most ppl will find hopelessness before they find love...
LOVE...the true rareity and endangered emotion and feeling in the world...
if u find love lock it keep it in a safe place hold on to that special feeling for one another for as long as possible....
for if u dont and something happens.....u might not know when u will be able to expierence it again....so keep it safe..."
SorrowThrough sickness and health,Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
poorness and wealth,
real love is usually known.
But we, my dear,
share nothing but sorrow:
cry together, smile alone.
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.
HaikuThe cold of winter.Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We are together – you, me,
And all the candles.
La Trilogie des PrintempsLa Trilogie des Printemps5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La trilogie des printemps.
Ici, le printemps est une trilogie du temps.
C'est un fruit fragile qui s'ouvre en trois pelures.
Il s'en vient en douce et se sauve à toute allure.
Et un jour on se dit que c'était le printemps.
C'est une entre saison d'un temps qui se compose
D'un hiver qui s'étire pour ne pas partir,
D'un délavé austère où tous les bruns chavirent
Et d'un temps où les fleurs et tous les verts explosent.
La saison du printemps blanc allonge l'hiver,
Cet amant éconduit qui lutte et qui s'accroche.
Plein de chutes de neige en rappel des hier
Où le froid mordait même l'acier et les roches.
La neige fraîche tombée au sol le matin,
L'ivresse troublante d'une chair frémissante
Que la douce clarté habille gémissante
Tel le nacre du sperme léchant une main.
Le froid qui mord la nuit et l'insensibilise,
Le soleil qui tente de réchauffer le jour.
Les matins et soirs basculant presque touj
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"Six Second Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
Goodbyedo you remember?Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you and me holding hands, so in love at the start..
you and me in the wind on a swing at the park..
on my knee with a ring, oh we hugged and we smiled..
life was good; now it's great, or was I just in denial?
'cause we fought, then we cried; and we broke, then we lied..
now you're gone and I'm lost feeling so weak inside..
so I ask: could we be — after all we have seen —
still in love, yet broke up; somewhere trapped in between?
I don't know, you're still gone; time has passed, nights are long..
here's to you — here's goodbye — as to you I gift this song..
Love is Happiness"Love is happiness to all who need it, breath it, certified to seize it!Love is Happiness3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The warmth it spreads to our heads is like a natural homestead.
Far be it from me to tell you to see what this emotion commotion is about!
Feel the plead of your heart sing as you gaze upon that love interest.
I must insist that you can do no wrong when that wonderous fleeting feeling is filling you,
With the happiness you so idly adore! This mind of yours descends to utter madness when it connects
That love is happiness"
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that there was
.sometimes.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head
curl up in
the beat of
Sedoka 29.12Will you stay with me,Sedoka 29.122 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
If only the stars remain?
Beauty of the silent night.
I will stay with you,
'less clouds and stars melt away.
Kindness like the endless sky.
Lest we forgetLest we forget3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Flanders' fields, the poppies blow,
and we who walk among them know
that here men fought, and bravely died
with equal courage, side by side;
the lark has overcome the crow.
We touch the Dead in memory –
embrace them through the century.
The earth enshrines their valiant hearts
in Flanders' fields.
The torch has guttered years ago;
the enemy has been laid low.
And though your names should slowly fade,
your blood a better world has made.
Rest you now where the poppies grow
in Flanders' fields.
Mind GamesMind Games3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is this a nightmare,
Or is it a dream?
Go and explore it,
If you dare.
It may play tricks
On your mind,
But I can guarantee,
Youre going to scream;
You may be surprised
By what you find.
What is that sound?
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
Youre terrified by something youve found,
But the noise is echoing;
Its coming from another room.
Your heart skips a beat;
You wait for the sound to vanish,
But you begin to panic;
You can feel the vibrations at your feet.
You turn to run
Because youre completely shocked,
Theres a door in the distance,
There are negative vibes in the air,
A sign on the door reads beware;
You feel something dripping
Onto your hair,
You look up to the ceiling,
But theres nothing there.
Theres a shadow
On the wall,
You get on your knees;
You begin to crawl.
A hole in the ground forms,
And out of nowhere,
You start to fall;
You hear voices call.
Someone is saying your name;
Suddenly, you aw
SuccumbSuccumb3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
head thrown back,
tendrils of her hair, a cascading fall of water and sense.
the dancing curve of her exposed throat,
a gasp caught there in the shadowsalive with promise.
the space behind the curving arch of her back,
hollow and hallowed, forgotten for the moment.
the press of parted lips against the space above her erratic heartbeat--
yours to claim, yours to cherish.
yours to satisfy.
here, there is no pride, no past, only passion shared.
here, you give in order to receive.
here, you are you until you are not--
until you lose a sliver of that unique identity to become something bigger;
abbreviated to us.
an allegiance of desire.
an alliance of submission.
a privilege of love.
Dreamsi have overcome the fear of loss in my dreams…Dreams3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I awoke feeling greater than Arthur and his knights of the table. yet my fear of your rejection kept my affection locked in their stable.
your face and those eyes help to lullaby my mind to rest. the dancing demons of grand delusions fester and began to be but a pest. I wipe them from my mind leaving behind all aspirations.
These dreams have become but preparations to seek your approval. Removal of certainty of so called destiny is needed to be heeded.
I approach you cautious and meek, when you finally smile at me and gave the answer I seek. The lips you kiss me with make me want to scream.
then I awake again…dreams