Under the Japanese MapleUnder the Japanese Maple2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I walk along a quiet path; all I hear is the breeze in the leaves. The soft breeze speaks of the ending spring, and beginning summer; I look to the bright blue sky that is obscured by the leaves as I listen to the sounds of the trickling fountain and delicate Japanese maple tree.
But overall the sounds of peace is his voice calling to me, a caress in the breeze, I look to the maple tree that stands, swaying gently in the breeze, light red lush leaves waving and casting their shade. Under the shade of the tree there is a log bench, there I see him sitting, arms open wide for me.
The man who is constantly in my dreams, his hair like light milk chocolate, his skin a dusky gold, warmth exudes from his very presence. He sits there waiting for me to join him. He gazes at me, eyes a deep hazel, a quiet passion in them that speaks his feelings though he barely says a word. He stands, dressed in rugged jeans and a t-shirt, he raises his hand out for me to join him again, without a word his eyes
Beauty of MothsFew people understand the beauty of moths,Beauty of Moths8 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
Let Me DownI live in fearLet Me Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken i n s i d e
Blinded by your lies
You expect me to give you my trust
You want me to follow you until the end
You say you will save me,
You will stay by my side forever
But all I see are empty promises
And H E A R T L E S S eyes
I can't believe in you
Text Message We can be alone, together.Text Message3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone, together, forever.
We can face this world together.
Hand in hand, open minded and open hearted...
As a team, we could take down anything.
Conquer the problems that challenge us,
And save the victims of life's cruel reality.
I think we could make it out there.
I'm sure of it, I'll have your back,
And you could have mine.
We'll protect each other from harm.
Forever and always.
WishWish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.
We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.
Portal - Wheatley PoemI despise you.Portal - Wheatley Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I even want to kill you.
I belived you tricked me,
used me up and left me at my greatest moment.
You only wanted to escape.
You never wanted to be my friend.
But in the end,
when we were being sucked into space,
when I was screaming at you,
demanding not to let me go.
You only stared. Silent.
Only now do I see the look in your eyes.
They were full of hurt and sadness.
You never meant harm.
Pride and confusion got the best of me.
You were my friend. And I was yours too.
Found that you were all I had.
Then I realized that you never left me
I left you,
became a monster inside.
And I regret that.
Because once we were both there for each other,
then I seperated myself from you by hatred,
then by walls,
then by space itself.
And there's just no way of getting back to you.
Now all I want to let you know is . . .
. . . I'm sorry, love.
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
the bridethe bride3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
body of mountain, cream and concrete
peeling paint - you are rosacea
defined, crackle skin I run my fingers under
and crush between my teeth. taste of
salt and soil, of burdening years
that rub water in your joints. precious
blessed bridge beauty, breathing heat
and sweating rain, you darling
that shakes, and shakes, and remains.
when I am ash and shadow, wax
for the candlemaker, you'll stand still
silent, soft strain-taker, train-carer,
and hold my love poems
in your cold stones.
EphemeralEphemeral2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The moment blossoms.
As rapidly it will fade,
its petals decayed.
The moment always returns
with the ever turning wheel.
Heartbreak Heartbreak......Heartbreak4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That sharp pain in your heart, tears begin to flow....Its unbearable, crying out in pain you ask for relief and when it doesn't come you lie down to sleep.....The once strong and resilient heart begins to beat slower....Life begins to fade....You fall asleep and don't wake up.....And when loved ones see the tragic event....They feel the pain....The process repeats....
Heartbreak, silent and painful....Yet spreads like a virus....
Broken On The Bathroom FloorI never thought it would end like this. Well, I did, actually. I knew it would end in some way similar. Death at my own fingertips. I am, was, the master of my own life. I can, could, control everything. I am, was, Alex Delfora.Broken On The Bathroom Floor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now? Well, now I'm laying on the floor in my school's bathroom. Now I've done some severe damage to my body and I've had warmth pooling around my arms for several minutes. Now I have my closest friend hovering over me, screaming, sobbing. Now I'm dying, and I couldn't be happier.
Well, expect with the circumstances and all. I stare blankly into the eyes of my heartbroken friend. She has been unable to move since she walked in. Her books splayed on the floor by her feet, some unfortunately landed in my pools of blood. I'll have to remember to apologize for that some other time.
I want to say something. I want to voice why this is the way it is. I know I have said enough in my rather lengthy letter explaining my actions to the one or two living family members I h
RainwaterHer hand pulled from mine –Rainwater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.
"I no longer
in storms like you."
FoundI once was lost, but now I am found.Found8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You picked my soul up off the ground and turned my whole life around.
Just when everything seemed like it was falling apart,
You opened my eyes and touched my heart.
Looked to the skies above,
Felt this thing called love.
Never knew it was there or how good it could feel,
What is this thing I don't know how could it be real?
Lost deep within your beautifully serene eyes,
Glowing radiantly like the perfect sunrise.
An amazing smile I could never forget,
Meeting you is something I will never regret.
Ecstasy I found in your loving arms,
I knew that when you held me I could never be harmed.
Now I ask myself how did it take so long?
For me to finally find a place I could belong.
So confused and I don't know what to do,
These cold walls inside need to be broken through.
I once thought I had nothing to live for,
Deep within I waged a violent civil war.
Now I realize I have something to protect,
Something to die for, a beauty I shall never forget.
At one ti
AwakeningI’ve always believed that a Christian’s life should revolve around the Bible. I always thought that mine did. I’d read through the Bible 3 times, which was 3 times more than anybody else I knew my age. I read one chapter a day whenever I wasn’t too busy. I thought that was more than enough. I even had plans to start my own bible study. I thought that I had the Bible covered and that I knew it front to back.Awakening2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
One summer, I was travelling around Montana and selling jewelry with my brother. We went to Billings to sell jewelry at the pro rodeos. I went to Cowboy Church and I had a sore throat. During the whole sermon, I was praying to God to heal me, because I got sick often. I just kept asking God, why do you let people suffer with sicknesses when you can heal them? Can’t you just heal me? Then something the speaker said caught my attention. I don’t remember her exact words, but she said something like, “Many of you are suffering ailments, and you
TPOH - Chapter SeventeenTPOH - Chapter Seventeen4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A year had passed and I was nowhere near I thought I would be. If one would ask: "Could you imagine yourself being a mother at the age of twenty six, having people around you who love you dearly and wholeheartedly, and being happy with the way your life turned out to be?" my answer would be no, I couldn't and I most certainly would think that the person was joking, but if I would want to be completely honest with myself, I would think far beyond the words and imagine the life that one would ask me if I could imagine myself living. I would imagine myself in that person's shoes and realize that no dreams or expectations could be as good as the reality itself. I was happy, I was completely and utterly happy with my life right there, right that moment and I regretted nothing, absolutely nothing.
It was a beginning of May, exactly the same day I arrive
Provehito In Altum: CapricornProvehito In Altum: Capricorn4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Provehito in Altum: Capricorn
"Where you headed, girl?" he grumbled as she climbed into the cramped cabin.
"As far as you can take me," she said curtly. She had no time for pleasant formalities. "Quickly."
He liked her instantly; after several months of solitude, a female form was a welcome break from the oblivion of empty space. He would have found her beautiful even if she wasn't the first real female companion he had had in months. She was young, no older than twenty at the most. Her skin was bone pale, no doubt the product of living in the darkness of space, and flawlessly smooth. Her hair was long and raven-colored, just like the infinite horizon he spent his days gazing into. It elegantly framed the high, rounded cheek bones of her heart shaped face.
He was fascinated by her eyes the most. They were orbs of pure jade so clear and vibrant they seemed to glow with inner electricity. He could stare at them for hours; when he gazed into them, he felt as though he were sta
Writers are all crazy, you know.Letters spill down from a canopy andWriters are all crazy, you know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the vines,
scatter across the margins to make
a story so divine.
There's a picture show
behind those eyes,
where a lake leaks stories
into a boat full of mad
but for those who think it's crazy
it really is quite sad.
on a rope swing,
between horror and once upon a time.
She obsesses over meter,
and nothing will quite rhyme.
She stares off into the
d i s t a n c e
trying to make some sense
of every idea that flocks her boat
and never will relent.
Her brain is constantly on
PianistPianist2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His fingertips splashed through the ivory keys
With ripples that scattered in rows
While windows bloomed petals of watery pinks
Each kissing his cheeks with a glow
Releasing his notes like a bird caged in spring
He untangled the keys from their din
Making sense of a sequence not meant to be seen
He etches them deep in his skin.
He performs for the windows and plays for the halls
The curtains will sway in his song
The picture frames quiver and jump from the walls
Beneath the great rush of his palms.
So I open my window, before I lay rest
Just to capture a trace of his spawn
It's been years since I've heard it, but still I await
for the chime of the Pianist's song.
History of a Broken HeartI'd be a card houseHistory of a Broken Heart3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'd be a front line soldier
I'd do anything just to hold you
I'd be your coat
I'd be an umbrella
while your busy warming up
on some other fella
So I..I guess that's just me
I keep repeating
keep repeating history
my heart must have a disease
I keep repeating
Love is an art
that I keep practicing
say "it'll get better in time"
you suck at acting
i know the brushstrokes by now
the intricate rythem
sound a heartbeat makes
when it's broken
hear the jagged edges
click clack cracking
flake into my paint pallet
i, i guess it's just me
i keep repeating history
Like an angel
you were there
but your lips
were a snare
lethal to me
And yet I keep repeating
my heart must have a disease
I keep repeating
panicpanic eats at my teeth because i cant gnaw it to sleep,panic7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eating the extra fat and my intestinal wires are piggy and lined
when my eyelids are sewn shut its hard to see anything but the entire world
forcing itself into my hands,
saying, here, take it, but i cant take it.
its the vertigo of the north pole and the south pole and the equator meeting
and dispersing after pleasantries,
exiting from the wrong monumental door as they leave
so now the oceans
because they cant find their shores to hug and i cant blame them for the misplaced
but my massive heart attack has rearranged my schedule and i simply dont have time
string theory is
only with less terms i understand
and less fanciful language to keep my tongue occupied so my mind doesnt stop and ask questions.
it is numbers and graphs
much like my Loves eyes
so stagnated in the exact green.
and never w
Aniol stroz"Zamykam swoje oczyAniol stroz3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aby Cię lepiej widzieć
Wyciszam swoje myśli
Aby Cię lepiej słyszeć
Kiedy chwilę znajdę
Ze sobą rozmawiamy
Kiedy problem mam
Bez obaw mogę się do Ciebie zwrócić
Gdyż wiem, że naszych tajemnic nie zdradzisz
Ty zawsze jesteś przy mnie
Nawet wtedy, gdy sama nie zdaje sobie z tego sprawy
Gdy zniechęcona jestem
Kładziesz swoją dłoń na moim ramieniu
Abym się nie martwiła
Że razem zdołamy coś zdziałać
Gdy sił mi brak
a przede mną daleka droga
Łapiesz za moje ręce
i ciągniesz mnie z uśmiechem
dodając mi energii na dalszy marsz
Taki jest mój anioł stróż
I dziękuję mu w sercu
Że zawsze jest ze mną
Aby mi towarzyszyć w czasie mojej wędrówki
Tranquil SuicideTranquil Suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing sweet, soft melodies,
Muffled by the currents in my head.
The will to find the song is drowned
So words come out in screams.
The pressure of the water grows,
As I fall faster, deeper.
In this flooded, lonely room,
No one ever hears.
No tears to sting my eyes,
Only water crashing through broken mirrors.
My eyes begin to close
And I let the darkness blind me.
Now the liquid fills my lungs,
Collapsing bones and bruising heart,
No more life to pump the blood.
I truly miss my breathing.
The furnishings all drenched and old,
No one has lived here quite a while.
Doors sealed shut and windows barred,
Just letting in a pale blue light
That covers every patch of wall,
Seeping through spaces in the water.
Turquoise light radiates my body,
All left still and silent.
Eyes are closed
And heart subsided,
Floating in this sea of peace,
My raging mind now quiet.