SubwayThe chug-a-lug churning of trestle trains -Subway3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sulfur spewing in darkness and dusky domains
wheels whipping wildly - sonorous sounds,
hurtling haphazardly and grazing the ground.
While cars carelessly trace the track,
passengers patiently bracing their backs
and daydreaming about destinations.
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
ChangeProgress -Change3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a simple act
the art of moving on
suddenly snatched away again
without a friend or net
suddenly lifted to the sky
Wind born poet
nestled into the clouds
words the only safe place you know
trick of the light
hurtling into the sun
an impossible position
only an act
you are on a trapeze
relentless fall of acrobats
SacramentLove's a mortal gift -Sacrament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a blessing to the sane;
hating is a curse,
a sacrament of pain.
A blessing to the sane -
such a worthless trick;
hands upon the sick
Hating is a curse
and yet I wear it well;
coins inside my purse
will pave my way to hell.
A sacrament of pain -
thirst I cannot slake;
a kiss my lover feigns -
this illness that I take
The Artist Withinshake the feelings and thoughts of despair;The Artist Within5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
throw them all onto a palette.
take a brush and stroke hues
onto your canvas,
isolating the world
until it is just you
and your creation.
watch before your eyes
as your depression
creates a new realm,
a new doorway
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years 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
MoonlessThe moonless eveningMoonless3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
turns its back against the sky
and leaves it empty.
Perhaps the morning
will come back with its hands full,
holding up the sun.
EnigmaI am the saintEnigma3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are the sinner
I am the loser
You are the winner
I am the storm
You are the calm
I am the chafe
You are the balm
I wear your thoughts
You eat my soul
I'm all in pieces
You are my whole
I long for peace
You adore war
I am your virgin
You are my whore
I steal emotion
You live for reason
I am too loyal
You thrive on treason
I break your heart
You bleed my mind
You say I'm gentle
You're cruel to be kind
To the one I have yet to findI don't even know you.. and yet I see you each night.To the one I have yet to find5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your presence is there.. I feel it in the billowing fog that keeps me warm in my dreams..
Your laughter is like wind chimes clinking and vibrating when the wind caresses them across their figure..
My heart is the compass that leads to you.. but the direction in which I'm supposed to go is uncertain.
In my dreams, I've caught a glance at you.. and all I saw was a figure.. a beautiful figure that floats around.. almost as though you are but a hallucination..
Are you real..? .. are you really out there for me..? I'd love to hear you.. just hear your voice.. if you could convey a message to me somehow.. to give me hope.. to tell me you love me.. then.. it could make me so much stronger, like the warrior I was.. before I was broken down by temptation..
I was corrupted.. corrupted with trying to find love as quickly as I can.. in hopes that maybe I'd find you along the way.. but.. I have yet to find you, still..
Maybe.. if you felt bad so
A Whole New Game- Chapter 12-A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 12-A Hunger Games Story4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 12: Confession
As I slip in and out of consciousness, images of the last few minutes in the arena flash through my head.
The sound of running footsteps woke me up. For a moment I remained unmoving, remaining silent as they approached, slowing to a stop underneath me. I looked down and saw the girl from 12 and her district partner, the little girl from 11 strung across his back. I shifted down to a lower branch to listen in, moving silently among the branches.
The boy from 12 stopped and gently set the girl from 11 down, the girl from 12 in a panic. As I leaned in closer, I saw the reason for her worries. The little girl was bleeding profusely from her shoulder and spilling onto her chest. It almost looked like a bite...
"Rue, Rue! Don't you dare close your eyes! Look at me! Just keep looking at me..."
"Katniss, I-" the little girls voice faltered.
"Rue, stop it! You are going to be okay. Peeta, any sign of more?" Katniss asked while looking
Beetlejuice - CreationCreationBeetlejuice - Creation8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He stared at his reflection in the placid surface of the river. He looked tired. The dark rings around his eyes would lead one to believe he had not slept well in days. On the contrary, he had been seeping just fine. But, regardless, he was tired. Tired of the rather lively small town a mile or so down the road. The people there would wretched things. They reminded him a great deal of worker bees, mindless drones that rose with the sun and laid down as the sun set, keeping themselves busy with their family businesses and personal trades.
He hated that old curriculum. He hated those people and the way they chose to live. Did they not realize that Life was just a temporary state? They really had no time to waste it, it would be over before they knew it.
His life would end tonight. True, he lived a good life full of glorious things, but he was doing nothing with what little time he had on earth. It just wasn't worth living for another forty or fifty years. He wo
the slowest, lowest, smallest highit's a small thing,the slowest, lowest, smallest high4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they say the small things are the important ones.
they mean [and i mean too]
touches of hands
skyline nights, thrown-back head necks laughter
but the twelfth, today,
the latest in a long list of moments,
it's not a dichotomy of mind
it's not a tycho-brahe nose fight
it's a millimeter in diameter. two.
long tall glasses of water
ice-cold without ice
and the promise
of something like oblivion
and a cancer of the lungs
i am not who you think i am
If You and IIf You and I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.
Breathing RoomI leave chrysanthemumsBreathing Room2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered at your feet on tile floor
like the pencil shavings piled
on your desk.
"The flower of death,"
with Rorschach roses on your knuckles
and the hint of a warrior
in the line of your lips,
you sketch bears with open jaws
and black-shadow eyes
in the margins of your math book
with permanent ink.
The hooded abyss of your gaze
you can't bring yourself to say:
Love is short
and prone to fading.
It's a good thing I don't mind breathing life
into negative spaces.
angst poemthe rhythmic motifs of your pain,angst poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knives and lovers,
tinygaping fishwound inj-
forever forever forever
and i said
there's still that cold drifting ribcrushing feeling
i keep coming
drawing long and slow inexorable?]
back to it
6:30:09what i wouldn't give6:30:093 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to have my body sink down
into yours, cocooned
in the tumultuous quicksand
of human flesh.
i have never been so moved
as by your touch, the slinking seeping
brush. the universe dispels
and in the absence of everything,
i am less alone
than i have ever been.
MemoriesI gaze at my hands and as I look, I see lines, where did those come from?Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mirror reflects my hair is turning white.
The aches and pains I have when I wake, didn't used to be there.
Time is our enemy, it is also our closest ally.
As the years have changed our bodies, so it has changed our minds.
Some grow cynical, some depressed.
There is wisdom in age, do not turn it away.
Nothing seems as important as it used to be.
The life and death situations we never thought we would live through are gone.
Now we sit and the only sound is the clock ticking in a house once full.
Everyone has gone their own way, this is how we raised them.
Yet there is a ache, of memories, of how we held our young.
What we would give to turn back time.
We never realized how precious those years were, until now.
If I look deep I can still see the youthful hand I had.
If I look deeper still, I can see my children playing.
In the interest of full disclosurei am not the person you thinkIn the interest of full disclosure3 years ago in Letters More Like This
and you will realize that all too soon.
i am not what people have built me up to be
and i am destroying myself in trying to measure up.
i am not interesting.
if i were a puzzle, all of my pieces
would be careworn with age and wear
colors dull and muted--
a picture prosaically familiar;
there is nothing pretty to look at here.
i am not beautiful. i am not the kind of person
that they write about,
stories and poems that make you cry.
i am not strange enough to be special,
but i am not normal enough to fit in.
i am not fragile enough to engender support,
but i am not strong enough to help myself
let alone those who are foolish enough to rely on me.
i am not a delicate collectible
that people wish to adopt
and call my problems their own.
i am a dusty cliché
that has seen better days.
let me be clear:
i am none of these things.
i am not.
you can't knowfriends, you can't knowyou can't know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what or where it is to be-
breaking words up into different syllables and meaning,
pieces apart in multidimensional array
anaphylactic psychosomatic shock
you can't be in the arch of my back or the weight of my lungs
when i lie half-curled in the darkness
or sit alone in the top of the tall empty house
[house was built in 1912, you know, or 1917,
foundations thick as stone and and strong
but they still feel fallible
and the house still tears out of the ground and lifts up into the dome paper sky,
leaving roots and creepers dangling deep brown dampness, clumps of ground life,
and leaves every organ in my body on the ground]
and try to forget.
things of which i have learned to let gomy past with youthings of which i have learned to let go1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and the future i'll never have with you,
and the recoil of a shotgun.
cordite, copper, basil, beer,
words, the writing on the wall,
penned notes not written in ink.
handfuls of sand. old seashells in buckets
that sit on the shelf and have no meaning.
buttons unbuttoned and buttons no more,
ends that don't meet, weak links in the chain,
projection, resistance, transference,
expectations, both mine and those of others.
bruises that bloom like wilted roses
and stain your skin, pounded flat.
scars that fade
and scars that won't,
scars you see
and scars you don't.
lock-back blades between my fingers.
wishes, anger, grief;
and, on some occasions, the shame.
monsters under the bed.
monsters in the bed.
the hotkey for pause, the hotkey for escape,
the doorknob and my foot in the crack.
the idea of
and the pressure to become
someone i will never be.
You and IYou are the king of my countryYou and I3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I am the queen of your heart
Love and desire, fate and the fire
Discovered in each other’s arms.
You are the silence unspoken
And I am the sound of the rain
North and South, but mouth against mouth
Find shelter in me once again.
You are the color of summer
And I am the shades of the fall
The ending of one, the rise of the sun
Doesn’t matter to me much at all.
Because you are my safe house, un-entered
And I am your port in a storm
If troubles persist, I beg you, desist,
Come home, my darling, come home.
RainRain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
Things I've SaidThere are so many things I could've said.Things I've Said4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My mouth was running faster than my head.
Could've let silence fill the air instead,
But now my ears and cheeks are turning red.
Lay Down to DieAs we lay down to dieLay Down to Die3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the world slows down,
Why is it then
That we chose to be wise
And say our goodbye’s
And express our love
To those we never really spoke to before?
We should realize
That although the skies
Are not always clear
We should hold on
To those who are dear
While we have the time
To smile or cry
Let the world know
That if we are to die
We can die and know
That the world will be sorry
To see us go.