Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance1 year ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
White Funeral Flowers- Set Afloat (V:3)White Funeral Flowers- Set Afloat (V:3)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(This is another take on Last Thoughts in a Colorless World. Version 3)
I march down a weathered path, beaten down by the tired feet of my ancestors and walked eternally by those doomed to die. Though it's strewn with gifts of curled grey leaves that crackle beneath my weight, I still tread this bare road that moves as one with the land, echoing broken reflections. I dream of the fleeting mist that billows from my lips to be iridescent- bright, as if aflame in light- but it remains to be only soft smoke that whispers in the breeze.
I softly imitate its muted voices.
The black cloth I was forced to wear is lifted easily by the wind, as if a flag left abandoned that still waves, forlorn, to an audience of none. The hood falls over my eyes in folds, and I look through the black fabric- a shield of sorts- only my chin and my ankles to face the cold.
Never will I sing again, my voice in monotone, only my defiance will sing
WordsI've always had a thing with wordsWords3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Words can flow like a river
Stimulating the mind
Giving yet unknown emotions a definitive shape
There's this art-form, called poetry
Poets try to Put into words
What we really only can feel
Leaving some confused, others in astonishment.
Clearly, I'm not really a poet
I'm just trying to express
My love for you
hoping, you pick up on it
Endless amounts of poems have been written
poems written by one being
mentioning cliches like mountains, seas and flowers
Contrary, I like to mention out of the ordinary things
In the end I am the one you married
not everyone else (I like the thought)
Let's get on with it.
Blue is a color
Blue is Caused by red and green being filtered from white light
you do have a particular fondness towards that color
Would it be an option, I'd be your blue
I've always taken a liking in my freedom
freedom to go where-ever do whatever
yet Gladly I'll trade some in
finding this pure joy with you.
I'd like to get old with you
I Lost 'Me'Who's this person called, "Me"?I Lost 'Me'1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I find myself lost.
Where could I be?
Am I behind the park bench?
Or at the bottom of a cup of tea?
Maybe I"m hidden within a snowbank.
Or beneath the glowing Christmas tree.
I, like many others, am searching for myself
Who I am and who I could be
Because everybody seems to know who I am,
But I, Myself, and Me.
RainRain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it rains is the sky crying?
Is it the lion dying?
Water falls in droplets from the clouds
Hitting the rooftops really loud
Puddle splashers filled with laughter
Leaping, jumping into the here after
Sweet nectar for the roses
Tickling, trickling down one's noses
Wetting blades of grass
Making one slip and fall on to one's Asp
Making rivers rushing into over flow
Tearing down sand castles leaving and after glow
Turning Mountains into sand
Eroding everything away changing the land
Good EveningGood Evening1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good evening to the cliff
The one that leers above
Challenging the leap
With rubbles that tumble down
With broken hearts that finally shatter
Good evening to the sky
The one that widens 'round
Surrounding with their spattered skies
With black blooded stains
With white flaring scorns of disdain
Good evening to the sea
The one that trembles below
Waving final sayings, tides of goodbyes
With swirls of treachery
With educing calls of end
Good evening to the world
The one that doesn't care if she drowns
Ignoring her sadness, her tears, her pain
With closed ears to cries
With hearts made of stone
dreamland spill your secrets on the carpet,dreamland5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hang your heart up to rest,
lay your worries down.
come and dream with me
where we shine brighter than stars,
and darker than night.
where neither of us
have to think, or feel- I can't feel anything anyway.
escape the hell in your head,
throw it all back where it came from.
don't make it go away.
we'd be invicible, you and I.
just watch as the clock flies.
dreamlandI once told a story to a crowd of young children.dreamland5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I told them of imagination, planting seeds and never-ending numbers; of dreams they had forgotten.
I told them of untouched snow and dying butterflies, crying statues and water lilies.
I told them of raindrops and holding hands, of untamed laughter and spontaneity.
I told them of the truth.
I told them of the twilight conversations the moon has with the sun, how they talk of the peoples lives beneath them and the words that flutter from their minds, whispering unheard messages to the ones around them.
With each syllable, their childish eyes grew larger, growing to the size of butterfly nets and enveloping me. I smiled as their mouths hung slack, spinning my web with silk made of images Id painted with my tongue, trapping them in my world of faerie tales as they had caught me with their eyes.
I started a story about a boy lost in space, and decided to make it a play instead.
I brought a little boy up from the crowd and he too
Dreamlandsometimes I oft let my mind wanderDreamland9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I am asleep
when mine eyes would browse and drift
when reality begins to shift
like a sieving machine
it creates and implements
all sorts of elements
where reason does not agree
that I was in a bookstore..
a cavernous beautiful coloured shop
where I opened the door
and walked in
I saw rows and rows of books
where I picked out some on a fine wooden polished self..
I took a glance
and at a chance
did I see
a row of books I followed suit
from volume to volume
the enticing prices were harder to believe
and the bookstore keeper
odd and singular
I did not make it out how he looked
not familiar though
but in an image in my head
quite remarkable though...
the books were in a turquoise colour
and fabulously illustrated
I picked a book from the shelf
and I savoured the remarkable
architect of the cavernous book haven
the colours were not rather clear
and I did not quite hear a peep
but I did know
I was asleep
DreamlandI look upDreamland4 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Imagine the stars above
My eyes glitter
I'm as light as a dove
Imagining a world
Where everything is bright
Everyone is happy
Everything is right
He waits for me
On a bridge by the river
His presence is magical
It makes me shiver
He holds out his hand
He smiles, so handsome
He tilts his head
Towards the horizon
I touch his hand
So warm, a spirit so pure
I am now in his arms
Gasping for breath on the floor
My chest is so tight
I feel so cold
I writhe for air
"Wake up..." I am told
I look up at him
I look into his eyes
My heart races
Two worlds collide...
...I open my eyes
My breath returns
I'm back in the room
My stomach churns
I turn on my side
He is there
I smile as I see him
I stroke his hair
He sleeps there peacefully
I am lucky, he catches me when I fall
You are my everything
You are my all
I Wish.... ?I Wish.... ?4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
If you could have one wish, what would it be?
Would it be mountains of shiny gold,
the finest clothes in the whole world,
or a giant house filled with the best luxuries?
I would be a bird.
A beautiful, blue bird I would be.
I dream of flying high into the sky,
and chirping at the people below.
Yes, that's what I want.
People gasp and ask me why I would say such a foolish thing.
Why wouldn't I ask for money, for something more valuable?
Because I already have everything I want.
Abstract RealitiesAbstract Realities2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Milky light spills in through the gossamer curtains, or what's left of them. The window that displays them allows the dull light to shine through, if one would even want to grace it with the compliment of 'shine.' The walls are or were covered with plain flowered wallpaper a battle long lost to moths and time, the remains either grown into the wall or peeled off. The only furniture is a single cradle constructed of deep brown wood now a lighter less rich colour as it had been. The sheets that had once possibly held a child are too moth eaten with tiny holes and stains as their only decorations.
I stare at the ceiling, not quite sure what to do with myself. After all, I don't do this often, wake up in a place I've never seen but somehow know. Sighing, I sit upright rubbing a hand on my head hoping to jog a memory or two. No such luck, everything almost as clean as a slate besides the essentials of language and common knowledge of the world. Glancing around I see no door, just that windo
Celestial BlemishesStars blemish the night skyCelestial Blemishes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freckles on a soft expanse of celestial skin or
Bright white pointillism art
On an infinite canvas
Light bulbs randomly placed on the world's ceiling
To usher out the divine inescapable darkness
Lively balls of colorless fire
Snowballing with grace through the universe
Wishes yet to be made
Settling comfortably in a nest of divinity
I just think that God is afraid of the dark.
Too lateToo late2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too late ..
There is a little story I would like to tell you but this story isn't what you will be expecting. This story doesn't not have a happy ending this story is about a girl named Lexy. She always dressed in dark clothing and wore dark makeup; she was beautiful, amazing, sweet, kind, funny, and different.
But the kids in school didn't see her like that they saw her as a freak, a loser, an outcast. She had the longest hair and the prettiest eyes they were bluish green and when the sun hit them just right they looked amazing. But you see she was in my English class and I would be the only to talk to her, she told me her dreams of being a famous writer and singer.
But since I was a jock my dreams were obvious but she listened to me anyway. When she smiled it seemed as if the world stopped and freeze in that moment. What you don't know is that I had fallen in love with her, but she was bullied harshly and unfairly why didn't I stop it?
That's a good question that I wish I could
Alternative LightIt's starting to Snow and I'mAlternative Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
starting to Wonder
If maybe I should walk Home
before the sun starts to Rise, because
Every teenager Knows that
the rising Sun brings with it
The Real world and all Life's
The stars do Burn brightest
after the Sun goes down.
I wish you would talk to me.For days, I noticed your face, for weeks I noticed the way you held your body, for months I noticed you and how I was dying inside because you wouldn't talk to me. That's really all I wanted, for you to talk to me. I wanted to hear your voice call my name, I wanted to hear you laugh at something I said or tell me how you thought I looked beautiful that day. I wanted to feel you tuck a strand of hair behind my ear or to wrap your arm around me in a friendly manner. I wanted to feel your body breathing and your heart beating as you hugged me. I wanted you so badly. As I would be deep in thoughts of only you, I held his hand and kissed him goodbye. As both of you walked towards me, I looked at you and when you turned, I pulled myself to bring my attention to him. I anticipated your morning arrival more than his and every fucking time I would try to convince myself to ignore you, to stop thinking of you, and I simply could not. For countless times I would struggle to keep my focus on him.I wish you would talk to me.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The First of His Kind What am I to use?The First of His Kind2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Girl was soaked
to the bone now, and still crying,
the kind of tears that made her teeth
show, and which made her cough
and take deep breaths. I stared. Everything
that was human was welling up in me - like
those tears. It is something when someone is
crying for easy things. Crying is not hard. But
this was something else. There is a person - a
real, live person. I cannot change the channel
like the rest of my generation. I know that
if I left her here, then - but I cannot leave her.
She is a person - a person worthy of my respect
and awe - reduced to
This city is grown upBut I sense it has its moments.This city is grown up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lie in bed, and I cannot sleep.
I could get up now.
I could slide out of bed and into my
slippers and bathrobe,
And break all conventions.
I could go downstairs and open
Foreverfriendship was the one thingForever2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you always promised me,
i never thought I would
have to miss you,
but i guess it is just as
much my fault as yours.
wasn't as long as I thought
the pain changed the
to the end of our relationship,
which changed us,
we'll never be the same, but
i'll hate what you did
and the words we've said
will change our trust
my actions afterwards hurt you
and will, i guess
was only as long as the broken
promises and lies, always and
and the part of my heart that i
set aside for you will remain
i'll always love you, regardless
of how you've treated me,
i'll keep my promise,
I just hope it isn't too late
to start over, friends
An Over Asked QuestionI'm sure we've all had this question at sometime in our lives.An Over Asked Question2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or if you haven't yet, you will.
But here it is, the famous question...
Why, out of every girl out there, all the skinny, pretty, smart girls,
Why in the world did he choose me?
I'm nothing extraordinary.
I can count the things I'm good at on one hand.
Most of my flaws wouldn't be considered cute
Some girls have that going for them.
My flaws include being socially awkward.
As in, never having anything intelligent to say when I should.
How is it, that he doesn't mind that?
He says he likes how different I am.
But what makes me different?
I truly, don't know.
I'm not just saying this either!
I do not know what he sees in me that makes me special.
More special than her. or her. or you!
Don't get me wrong...I'm honored.
I am beyond happy that he found something in me thats worth his affection.
If only I knew what it was......
I Want You All the TimeI see her beautiful countenance every day. I study every inch of her porcelain skin and all the details it shows. The mole above her upper lip on the left side, the length of her dark lashes, the subtle showing of her collar bone, the firmness of each breast, the curve on her side, her legs. Oh, her legs, a breathtaking myriad of pale skin. She may not be perfect to some but she is to me. I am blind to any flaws of her figure and of her temperament. She thinks of me as a close companion to her everyday life. Although I might not be her best friend, we still trust each other with our lives. In my mind, she is more than a friend. She is the affectionate girl I kiss every morning, the girl I walk to class, the girl I look at and smile knowing she is with me. In her mind, I'm sure I am just another boy whom she has befriended. Who she can share her thoughts with in a time of need, who she borrows music from to color her creative palate. Who she can spend the day with without feeling insecuI Want You All the Time3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Extended MetaphorThere comes a point, where on of shedding tears,Extended Metaphor3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The eyes run dry and sting with straining fears,
When all that you can do is bend and blink,
And drool a bit, and think to try to think.
And yet before you still and small she sits
And waits for you to try again and it's
A terror to behold her pallid face
A stranger to the human eye, the waste
Of opportunity now standing strong
A pale faced lady yet no sigh or yawn,
Will break upon her lips though she had been
A cast away, and crumpled in a bin
Of trash before I found her, took her hand,
And smoothed her wrinkles out till she was grand
And awesome in her emptiness. I guess
That I supposed she would, at my behest,
Work such a wonder bring forth such a thing
For I had saved her I would make her sing.
And thus it was three weeks did I implore,
And curse and tear the planks out of the floor,
And finally weep abandoned as I was,
Refused of food and water and because
When memory collides with nowReturn to the old waysWhen memory collides with now3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Return to the old thoughts
Return to the old life
A return in the mind
The song of another
Inspiration struck me
To pick up my old lover
In embrace held tenderly
A burst of sound
A quick old song
Lost memories found
Of right and wrong
Through the old book we played
Notes and rythyms come back quick
Wishing and wanting I had stayed
To play a solo, a lick
Yet upon that mournful song
True feeling and emotion burst forth
Once thought to have been long gone
Fled to die in the arctic north
A return to that place
My mind never truly left
I'll never forget that face
Nor her mind so deft
Memory flooded my mind
A gift from my old love's kiss
A reminder rope forever bind
Of the times I always miss
I get up to get ready for school
I bound around before it dawned
I'm in college now you fool
Those days are long gone, pawned
I could have sworn I needed to go
Straight to English one
But alas it was not so
The years passed, a setting sun
A bubble encapsulates me
When am I?