Progress-in Nature IVI'm just a TreeProgress-in Nature IV7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With so many Colors for You to See
I've nothing hidden from You
How many Colors can You show to Me?
How many Secrets hidden from Me ...
If only ...If only ...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If only I could send you sunshine from my part of the world
enveloped in glittering happiness ... happiness from my soul.
I could whisper in your ear
words of sweetness or any fear.
If only I could wipe your tears and shatter your doubts ...
to be a true pillar in your life.
I could comfort or please you ...
care for you!
For you who managed to revive every bit of me ...
perfected and improved version of me.
If only I could repay you ... I will just give me more time.
But for now ... no need to be a God or a Wizard just to say ...
The bond of marriageMy love for you is like an ocean,The bond of marriage6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so deep and full of life!
When I look into your shining eyes -
I see the universe with all its might!
Oh, if I should find a word to describe my love for thee ...
I would not know where to start or what word to find,
I never felt that way before ...
Never will I be able to describe,
what word will be the perfect one for thee.
Your energy touches mine
my soul entwines with thine!
Oh my lightful love,
never shall I forget thee.
Never shall I part from thee.
Embodied in the energy what I am,
I declare now ... you are my man!
Those words shall show thee what I feel,
shall be the sign of our love.
Energy I was
Energy you were
Energy we were
Energy we are!
From that moment on we never shall be apart!
The red roseUpon a hill I stand and gazeThe red rose6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Through the misty twilight hovering above the haze.
My mind drifts back and memories re-appear
Ive once been here long time ago and now everything seems so near.
Restlessly my eyes wander over the greenish sea
Might it be? May I see?
See the love I once held so tenderly and close,
the man that smelled like a red red rose.
His face so delicate his lips so soft,
his eyes glittering in the sun like water drops.
Oh why did you leave me before our time had come,
Why had I to loose what once Id won?
The answers just can be given in heaven to me
That is the place I also want to be.
Want to be near you, to be close to you again
cause although taken you are my man.
I love you my sunshine, my flower my rose!
I hold you tenderly I hold you close!
Every night and every day
I am no longer here my mind currently astray.
Let me be with you hear my plea
I say it with Shakespeare:
glitterballs and gravity bootsfrom inside the frame of a large Art Deco mirror, i am startled by my own reflection. i am jolted; ejected from the warm cocoon of my daydreams and retrospect. i am cruelly spat back out into this universe. cruelly spat out into an empty roomful of ghosts, sawdust and broken glitter balls. amid the carpet of dust, i see shards of my reflection scattered, with optimistic sunshine, haphazard and pretty.glitterballs and gravity boots5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
who is she? who is this person standing beside me, clad in black on a sunny day. is she a ghost? a ghost of the past or an apparition from the future?
who is she? i don't know
like a strange and sweet juxtaposition, or kink in the delicate fabric of the space time continuum, she stands close by and yet she is far, far away. locked in the past, lost in the present, but lusting for the future.
she looks like me. is it me, is she just another ghost?
she turns to face me and smiles, sun flare flash in the blue skies of her eyes. her eyes wide with feral excitement. she looks high
ForeverI stored everything ...Forever7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stored your smiles and giggles ...
I stored your thoughts and figures ...
I stored your loves, hugs and kisses ...
I stored your words filled with treasures ...
I stored your beautiful looks and gestures ...
I stored your memories and pictures ...
I stored your charm and teasers ...
I stored all your wishes ...
I stored all your love ...
I stored all your worries ...
I stored all your fears ...
I stored all your troubles ...
I stored all tears ...
I stored all ...
to preserve ...
to shelter ...
to keep ...
If If I told you I loved you; would you care? Or would it be enough? Then what if I said the only person I love is you; would you know I was lying, or just smile happily?. If I told you I loved you more than the moon and stars and all the world; would you ask where I read that, or would your heart melt? If I made you a promise; would you expect me to break it, or know that Id never? If I sang you a song; would you turn your music up louder, or run to my arms? If I wrote you a poem; would you crumple it, or keep it forever?If6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
If I wrote you this story, would you read it? Or have you stopped caring.
Bitter WisdomAsk nothingBitter Wisdom9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you will not be denied
And you will not be misunderstood
And you will not be deceived
And you will not be disappointed
And you will not be betrayed
And you will not mourn it's loss
DarknessDarknessDarkness8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Im sitting in the frozen heart of darkness
Waiting for the light to find me here
I wont ever surrender to the shadows
Even if Ill never leave this place
My hope is all what feeds me
And trust alone is keeping me alive
But drawing breath is getting harder
With suffocating blackness covering me
Eternal night is gathering around me
Closing in with every blink
Nightly horrors are crawling up my skin
And start to seep in trough my eyes
The icecold poison fills my veins
Freezing me to the pitchblack ground
The first dark drop does reach my heart
The moment sun approches me
The thin, thin rays caress my limbs
Melt the icecrystals on my skin
And chase the night behind the horizon
But salvation came too late
The whispering shadow had touched my soul
And it will stay for the rest of my life
So that even in the brightest sunshine
The cold dark will creep through me.
A trip.**************************************A trip.8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I wanted to make a trip into another world, another town where all the people are bald, dead and very tiny.
Tiny like a butterfly.
The butterflies i used to kill last summer.
Last summer when i went to the sea to get drunk.
To get drunk like at a bad new years eve party with crap music.
Crap music which i hear every day in my gray and sad neighbourhood.
A neighbourhood that looks like an ant farm.
An ant farm which is full of very small maples.
Maple, the wood from which is made my desk.
My desk where i dont sit too often.
Too often i do things i regret.
I regret the stupidness in which i fuck up my life.
My life is quite strange.
Strange like a town where all the people are bald, dead and very tiny.
evermorehe was aevermore6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she could
learn the truth
within her heart,
that will not
beachedlike a mermaid whobeached6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sought the sun,
she reached for
and even as that
child of the deep
gasps out her last
stranded in the
muds of low tide
she dreams of
what might have been
and rues not
OxygenIve given upOxygen5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on forgetting you.
I go to bed
(and think of you).
I get up and go
about my day
(and think of you),
your memory as
constant and involuntary
But I have learned
how to go on.
I go to bed
and get up
passinga blue-gray daypassing7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over yellow-green fields
deepens color accentuated
by seas of red-purple clover
cast extravagantly along
the straight unchanging lines
of tired highways
carpets of yellow weed-flowers
blanket pastures for miles and
blackberries bloom, their white
blossoms climbing out of ditches
and up hillsides choked with
honeysuckle not yet in flower
blue irises bow their heads shyly
amid clusters of daffodils whove turned
their backs to the road, seeking privacy
while wide-mouthed tulips, their time
running out, yawn as their peach petals
lose the strength to hold their own
frenzied splashes of hot pink azaleas
vie with scarlet roses, those strumpets,
for every passerbys attention and
patches of rust-colored grasses
lie like dollops on a painters pallet
among fresh greenness
a lone willow weeps, surrounded by
oak and pine, maple and cedar,
and reminds me why I drive this road,
to see my mothers face, to let
her see mine, as she mourns a
face she will never se
dementiaI fear forgetting,dementia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of watching myself
but perhaps its
consolation, like grass
laying in the sun
gently helping me
forget that I dont
Stumble on my weary feetMinus degrees. Freeze.Stumble on my weary feet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thin ice. Easy to break.
deep black sea
momentary lapses of reason.
Smile turns into
a broken grimace.
I slip again.
It's not cold enough.
Please, I need snow.
I need to bury me
under soft and white
I'll never be enough,
so it seems.