photon upon sonnetawash in a language-like lightphoton upon sonnet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where every written word is
towards the outer edge
photon upon sonnet
verses bound to image
refracted by hope
of educating the young
the same light
stars that guided immigrant ships
sun that dictated the planting seasons
speaks untold truths
to be harvested in aerials
a coddling legacy
by it we are told
by it we are warmed
by it we are born
by it we are one
(this is a collaboration with disrhythmic . The original concept and starting lines are hers)
I love a boy.I love a boy.I love a boy.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A boy who seems as though he’s traveling through time;
he sometimes flickers in black-and-white or sepia,
then suddenly shines brightly in Technicolor,
as though he often commutes between Kansas and Oz.
A boy who drinks tea without milk or sugar.
A boy who sings not like the first,
but the second bird you hear in the morning;
his song is not a surprise, not startling, not what wakes you–
it’s what makes you glad you’re awake.
A boy who masquerades as an open book,
but is really very hard to read
A boy who moves like he’s underwater;
completely weightless, completely in control.
A boy who looks graceful whether he’s
A boy who is constantly placed in the spotlight,
yet his eyes have never adjusted.
A boy that knows just how to make you laugh,
even if you’re already crying.
A boy who knows when to let silence be silence,
and also when to break it.
A boy that communicates like a
Our Twisted FateOur Twisted FateOur Twisted Fate2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Everyday I stand alone,
I fight with you
in your evil ways.
No matter how many times
I fix you,
my effort never stays.
I gently try
to figure you out,
taking things very slow.
And even when
I get frustrated,
I keep my voice a calming low.
But you're a twisted thing
that never gives,
I'm pretty sure that I hate you.
As I raise my voice
I begin to curse,
I'm pretty sure you hate me too.
Then finally I had to much
"Enough" I screamed!
As the blade gleamed.
The laces slowly fell,
There isn't a knot
in my shoe anymore.
Daily Literature Deviations for July 5th, 2013Guidelines | How to Suggest a DLD | Group Administrators | Affiliation | Chatroom | Current Staff OpeningsDaily Literature Deviations for July 5th, 20132 years ago in Art Features More Like This
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All in WarWhen you're lost,All in War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the sands of a time,
Where bad is best,
And everyone dies.
Craving the ash,
Of the innocent,
Holding the hatch,
For the putrescent.
Holding the rope,
That breaks their necks,
To deadly effects.
All in war,
All on the floor,
Blood and gore,
And you crave more.
Gutting for the fun of it,
Killing for the sake of it,
Burning for the smell of shit,
Running, Ever scared of it.
The writing on the asylum wall,
They don't see it,
But I'm enthralled,
Every deed I've ever done,
Let me fall.
What Is Left When you lose something,What Is Left3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dear to you heart.
And after the depression has past.
What is left?
Fear, of losing what remains.
It haunts you.
Until you take a deep breath,
And let go.
StyleThe length was short and black – or darkStyle2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and curled toward the chin,
I moved the blades from at the ends
to right beside the skin.
And without thought for all the world
or trouble I was in –
cut scissors there
a lock of hair,
it wasn’t even. Fin.