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Winter Nights Are Magicand the wind blows past the tips of my fingers,Winter Nights Are Magic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i watch the skies open up
like undiscovered galaxies.
and my hair mingles with the dewy grass beneath me,
as i suck in stars that have sunk
down towards the earth.
what is in the air that I breathe?
how does it taste like music,
and how does it turn to magic inside of my lungs?
for it glows as i blow out,
spreading its layers over the thin atmosphere that surrounds me.
december trees change with time,
and so do we;
shedding old leaves,
shaking off crusty bark
and stripping ourselves bare
so that we can feel when the ice melts away.
it is good to be alive
and to feel the eart
eventualitieseventuallyeventualities1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all your thoughts will turn to dust
and like smoke they'll weave away into thin air,
leaving nothing behind
but a few ghastly embers that float away in the swirling wind
and that's when you'll wish you had captured your beautiful flames
and molded them into words
golden, pouring words
phrases in which your thoughts could breathe on, immortally suspended in the air we swim in
for your thoughts are stinging and urgent now, but in time
only pure words will preserve the blush of fires
you stoke in the corners of your mind
that
His Intricate MindOwner of an intricate mind,His Intricate Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I search your words for any clue
Of a dim likeness to mine,
In hopes that perhaps
In the shadowy reflections of your bygone soul,
(Passed down through generations
Like a holy key to understanding)
I may link the chain of poetic conception
And somehow mirror a wisp of you.
Owner of an intricate mind,
Your words are all that is left of you;
(The ashes forming the dust of your existence.)
But oh! what words they are to me,
Entwining around my tongue as they drop
Yet rising again about my neck;
Beautiful in the mess of your disaster,
Your perplexities inspire in me
An aching joy, a sense sublime.
O
Dark LoveIt's killing me,Dark Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you love;
Without a thought against anything,
No boundaries,
No islands,
Nothing too far for your hand to reach across,
And grasp my heavy, imprisoned heart.
My naive thoughts are still the same;
You hid your heart to hide with mine.
I can never forget the passion,
The violence,
The heavy sweetness,
Your voice that was never there;
How I heard you every night through the wind between my curtains.
It's killing me,
How strong you love;
One word has never been enough.
You're far away,
And hard to reach,
Yet so simple to touch; my smile comes easy
As easy as it is to wake up with a scent of vanilla, an
I blame decemberit’s a cold water kind of day,I blame december4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a day for finding out why i really don’t want to
get a job.
i’m thinking i just don’t want to have to talk to people who aren’t you
it’s selfish, i know.
but i’m seventeen and penniless,
and the winter’s making me feel like this is
not. what. matters.
i don’t think that anything can come close to falling asleep
at your window
waiting for you to come back and become
my ghost.
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Naked Bricks naked bricks trickle quiet tears ofNaked Bricks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
glittery droplets of rain;
in the silver new years night,
they watch the lovers disappear.
naked bricks have seen it all
one upon the other, they stand
cement coursing through their cracks until
they are glued deep in the dust
and history books of men and women
who stand in the rain on nights like these,
slivers of past dripping down the walls
and pooling on the streets to wash the stones clean
and slink away at the light of tomorrow.
Black and WhitetonightBlack and White4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will die, like any other night,
when the cracks of my bedroom door
become liquid with ink,
and sharp at the edges.
I will slip into a blazing white sleep,
where I become the scent of black, and a ghost
becomes me.
then I am only concerned with
curves and rhymes
that slowly make up my breeze of a mind.
I'll lie dead in my grave
of assonance and metaphors,
and my epitaph will read,
"here lies she, who more
wrote her death
than died it."
The Killing of the DayThey've been parading through the streets,The Killing of the Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Passing guns like trophies;
All the cities rejoice away
For the killing of the day.
These crowds may dance without thinking,
But even now I dare to say that
Truth can be lost
In the metal and the dust.
And heroes are made out of mortal sinners,
For the widows have need of a saviour.
Worshipping for a while, until, tired of the shallow consistency,
We rise up against our own strategies.
And so begins the revolt of minds.
In anger, we murder the pets of our past,
All the while, forgetting
That an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.
Fallen men are fallen men, yet still it stan
she has crossed the Riverjan 23rd, 2012she has crossed the River1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't hide the light in your voice,
don't let it slip between the cracks in your teeth
and sit like tobacco smoke, rotting the whites of your childish smile...
you were tired, dear one. i knew you were
and you had pushed your body through fire and flood.
if i could define living, i would
define your life;
but i cannot define dying, for no,
you never died. i realise now,
you only passed over the River
on that bridge of Realms.
how terribly strange it must have been,
to feel your spirit slip away
and to feel the separation of
body, mind, and soul;
to have felt the sky split,
and the cracks in your body match t
Of Usit was past midnight when i took hold of your handOf Us5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
then your heart
then your head
then your imagineblue eyes.
the world was all danger and spices,
and i was cross-section hope and then happytear reality
as we warmed to the sweet cherry thought
of us.
the enigma of love, and passing loves,
and the circle of maybethere feelings was long gone;
instead i had truth
and a long, long road to travel in my mind.
but you became that asphalt road, and every pit stop
was impossibly cotton and bare skin and
my long hair getting in the way,
all the damn time.
because every moment was sunlightreal;
it was all
one
big
dreamstory that had
Home is More than a Nounhome is our soulsHome is More than a Noun4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what we do with them.
not the decadent tramp of well-worn
boots on familiar sidewalks,
not the shadowed breath of cool
pine in the summer afternoons,
not the heart-dreams of sleep, not the
safety of curtains
nor the wildness of your lovesick thoughts
like the largest thesaurus.
our lives are what our souls say to each other,
their cores being the the earth
of our purpose, and the roots
of our reason.
so you see,
our home is our souls
and what we do with them.
so this is why i'm screwed(how is itso this is why i'm screwed11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i remember things that never happened
and dream of when they will?)
i would let go
if i could do so without changing
the beautiful thing you are to me inside my mind;
but in the bitter depths of me i know that
i urgently want for you to be mine, and only mine...
and for nothing to change.
and i know that my heart will be ripped out
through the years of drowning myself
in things i will not need
but i hope that after everything, i can come back to you
and look you in the eyes
as if nothing has changed.
(how is it
that i dream of things that never happened
and remember when they did?)
Forget Your Illusionsyou, with the dark face.Forget Your Illusions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why do you weep?
you carry a heavy load,
I know.
but you are far from being alone.
turning
fragile
you're not quite the man
you're trying to be
your mouth is tiring at the corners.
don't wilt
because you are empty.
instead face the light
let it shine through you,
like a scintillating angel
it's not a fantasy.
just watch the specks of dust
as they hum in the golden sunlight.
fireflies of the dawn,
they blush as they float into your personal space
freckles on the rosy skin of light.
and you,
you are more than a freckle.
so don't wither inside,
you're stronger than you think.
you could have peace
If Hearts Had Their Own Memories...It's strange how songs attack me now,If Hearts Had Their Own Memories...1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And tears refuse to calm me down.
I choke upon the words, "I lied—"
A love still lays holed up inside.
I tried and tried to pull it free,
But it ran and buried itself in me
Because I was scared of lying dead,
With memories pooling around my head.
For I knew that stars burn out;
And reckless yet, I'd taste the doubt,
The bitter glow of a grim dawn
With a prophecy of being stormed upon.
And now that I am standing in rain
The wind in my ear calls, "Pain! Pain!
You asked for every tear you cry
With every breath that made you high."
So perhaps I could've given all my soul,
Perhaps now I
You Still Wear My Necklaceit comforted me to findYou Still Wear My Necklace2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
that you still wear my gift
around your neck.
it almost made me feel as if
you're still holding on to a bit of me – that bit that lies snugly
in the grooves of your collarbone.
it's the safest place anything could ever be.
paradoxically, it's because i'm so far away from you now
that you cling to a reminder of
us.
yet the familiar sight brought tingles to the back of my neck;
it's that same fizz that ran through me
when i first gave you that necklace
(and saw you roll it into that rut
that it would soon become familiar with.)
that same thrill i felt when i noticed how the tan wood beads
brou
his name is calmi still have our secret codeshis name is calm4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from many, many years ago
the legend written on notebook paper in his
scratchy twelve-year-old handwriting.
but as it were, we had no need
for scribbled languages of our own
when we felt it in the air, and in the electricity
of when he looked at me
and the lyrics of all-too-perfect songs
that i wished i could sing someday.
then like that splintering moment
when you realise that you have dreamt this dream before...
we were sparks in the silver winter, and something of a shooting star;
miles above the earth
and he was the only thing that kept my fires burning.
because he was my safety, my belonging,
familiarity and mystery
all in one.
he was growing up, and
he was the lyrics that i will scatter like sugar crystals
throughout my life.
and i could have spent every hour of my waking day with him,
every hour of sleep-filled night and
still lie gazing at his turned face
as if it were the face of everything.
i could have wasted
time with him
but instead i, in my g
my poetic illusionit didn't take much to fuel youmy poetic illusion5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but once you lit up, you were a
bonfire of dreams;
you were all my lyrics coming alive.
and it seemed so easy at the time
to mold you into my perfect cast;
a trophy from paradise, set in stone in my heart...
oh logic, so far away from me then
i cannot shake you now,
just like how cement has bound me
to the image of your heart--
it was my victory, my downfall.
for i lent my angels to you in your time of chaotic need,
but as soon as they were finished, you
rejected freedom.
now tastes of bittersweet perfection are the memories
on my lips.
you, my poetic illusion,
you are my victory and my down
My CrimsonI am as a red-hot emberMy Crimson2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swirling in icy-violet wind;
alone
my brilliance is slowly fading
as all eloquence slips from my nightmare grasp.
I plead your wings take over mine,
I plead your melody entangle mine,
before my voice grows grey and flat
and my strings snap with a tired crack.
revive my crimson,
melt my rust,
before this night turns me to dust.
Half-lightI imagine you here.Half-light3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I wake, when I drift,
When I daydream
Or take the elevator.
I see you in the curtain-light of dusk,
And passing through the hallway.
I imagine you sweeping the stardust
Off the kitchen counter, and saying
How strange I am. Your hands
Engulf mine and I imagine
You tracing constellations on my back
As I fall slowly, softly asleep,
Imagining.
Burning InspirationBurning Inspiration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The throbbing of the waves on the shore
Mirror the deep red, glowing coals,
Rising, falling, the musicians nod
In quiet rhythm around the fire.
Their heads are swaying, bare feet tap sand;
The subtle hint of a cavorting hand
Beating the skin of a glimmering drum.
Bent in assent, eyes dim and hazy,
Half-shut and flickering; someone starts to hum
A shivering tune, floating and lazy,
Between the ribbons of soft plucked strings
With quivering silky fairy wings.
In the heart of the circle, the glowing fire
Mirrors the blush of the round honey moon.
It's paused as the tunes drift higher, higher,
And fade like beating passion waves.
CompassWhen all that I breathe forCompass1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is sitting by the shadowed door,
Languidly smoking and long deceased -
I will take a pen with me,
And I will travel east.
When all that I sing for
Is locked away in a bedside drawer,
Gathering more dust than putting forth -
I will wake my sleeping voice,
And I will travel north.
When all that I love for
Is drowning in the cruel mind's war,
Poisoned with reason and black from the mouth -
I will pick up the pieces of me,
And I will travel south.
When all that I dream for
Is stranded on some distant shore,
With ragged, shallow breathing at best -
I will pack a faith with me,
And I will travel west
This Unwelcome Realitysometimes I sit in silence,This Unwelcome Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing I had the guts to tell you
exactly how I feel.
I tried before,
only it felt more like an obsessive gush than a confession of truth;
I was all but consumed with you
it made me feel too young and naive
so, afraid that I'd scared you away,
I hopelessly tried to contain it.
--feathers
have more sense than me, sometimes--
I should have known that we are the same
spirits knotted together, feral and unrestrained.
for we breathe in unison
palpitating, electric blue,
buzzing with an energy that drives us to our destination;
that certainty of a passionate future.
--but reality
is no place for blazin
Sta.sh
