Memories from the Moonlight
--------Memories from the Moonlight---------
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Dancing underneath the moon,
Its shining touch,
Remembrance of life and love,
All to be forgotten,
In the blink of an eye,
as long as the wind whispers on my back,
The howls of the night whispering softly in my ear,
The memories of time gently fading,
The black and white photo dusty and broken,
Slowly aging as time trickles by,
How many minutes go by?
How many seconds have left the serenity?
Will everything be forgotten?
Only Time may tell...
Will hearts still be true?
And the wind still guiding me?
As one sits...
As one waits...
As one dances underneath the moon...
In hopes to find its lost memories of time.
YouThe perfect smileYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The coolest walk
The sweetest style
The smoothest talk
Such beautiful eyes
Such tasteful lips
The greatest surprise
And erotic hips
I'll be your lover
I'll be your friend
We'll lie under these covers
Until the end
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
HalfHalf a lieHalf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Half a mask
Half the truth
From a haunting past
Half a grin
Half a wave
Half paying attention
As the world spins by
Half a try for conciousness
When the day is done.
A letter to past loves.Dear Boy number 1,A letter to past loves.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?
Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.
Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me, but
I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
Dear Boy number 4,
you are just great. And that's the thing.
You are everything I could wish for, but
I want someone to
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
Red or AmethystCome to me in the dawn of the month,Red or Amethyst3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the moon is at the peak of ascent
I will present you with flowers so fine-
Two roses- one red, one amethyst,
But be wary of which one you choose,
For each is beauteous and terrible in power
The red rose brings back your lost love,
While the other bestows a healed heart
So now I shall ask for your choice:
Would you prefer red, or amethyst?
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.i.Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these god-hands are barbwire's,
snagging & scarring everything
black tongue bleeding sweet ichor
along the guarded walls
of skeletal frames.
'i want to taste heaven.
it rests there,
just beneath your bones.'
he is a
made of scythes & scalpels,
sewn together with weak thread.
and she is a borrowed tree.
lips that beg, & limbs that snare
will carry him to his grave.
'shh, my sweet-
close your eyes, &
i'll sacrifice you to the heavens.'<i>
SeashineSacred skinSeashine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where heavens and ocean
an imprint on salted lungs
of aching, of
a moonlit yearning upon the
If I Sang a SongIf I sang a songIf I Sang a Song6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Would you sing along
Would you dance under the stars
If I asked you to
When you see the sun
Will you think of me
And all the fun weve had.
Or will you remember the bad
The tears and the pain
If I spoke a secret
Would you listen to the words
Would you comfort me
If I cried in your arms
When you watch the clouds
Will you remember our love
The times we spent together
Or will the pain over power
And erase what we had
Would you remember me
If we met on the street
Or would you just pass me by
Like a stranger on the road
Do you wonder
As I do
Or are you content
With where your life has gone
Do you cry
Or have you simply moved on
To bigger and greater things
I cannot answer
My own tears
The pain they bring me
The fear they leave
Do you feel the pain I do
I have to wonder
Do you here my cries
But what does it matter
Where has it gone
You have left
For good I think
But still I wonder
if we met
would you know me
would you cry with me
or ignore my pleas
The WindowI stand here before thisThe Window3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stained glass window
On the outside looking in
Each multicolored pane
The source of my aggravation
Each color tells a story
Each story derives another
Piece of the puzzle,
A puzzle you can’t quite
This game of charades has turned
Simple sign language into
Silent screams of desperation
You continue to defy the laws of physics
Reactions just aren’t your “thing”
How many more petals must fall
Before the lights within the attic
Illuminate this dreary fog?
When will my obvious words
Stop falling on deaf ears?
Moments turn into days
Days turn into sleepless nights
The end of the tunnel is dark
And progress has flown south for the winter;
Seems common sense is in short supply
Here I stand before this
Stained glass window
On the outside looking in
It’s lonely and cold out here
And yet, you won’t even hold the door open
For me to enter
Heart:a rebellionHeart:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
The climbHe tied his boat among the rocks, and soon began to climb. Slowly, every so slowly, he went foot by foot, climbing away from shore and onto what should be called land, but really was nothing more than rocks.The climb3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he tried to look above there was no grass of green. More and more rocks awaited our man, and still he climbed. The sun beat down, and clouds covered the top so our poor man could not see his destination, but still he climbed.
'It appears as though God has taken a day off today,' he thought to himself. And still he climbed up and up, even though the rocks were always coming.
When the stones cut into his palms, and the toes of his shoes wore down till his toes peeked out, and when the sun burned what skin it could, and when the wind cut through his clothes and chilled his bones, he still kept moving forwards. He couldn't see the sea below him, and there was nothing in front of him but clouds.
And still our poor man climbed, and climbed, and climbed.
To reach the top and say that
In Between DreamsIn Between Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Between Dreams
A fragment of a second
Just one slight glance
You're the only person
That puts me in a trance
I feel so close to you
But I am so far away
If only you knew
I felt this way
To fully express this feeling
It's like raw torture at heart
Because you live on without knowing
And it makes me desire you even more
A solace night of dreaming
I thought I never would have it
This longing luxury of sleeping
It's what I've always wanted
I thought it was too much to ask for
A sense of rest and relief
I feel as if it's more than I deserve
It's been so long since I had this nightmaric disease
I wish you could know
Of the peace that you bring me
It's something I never had before
I'd give anything to always have this serenity
Never again do I wish to awake
I can't let this placebo end
It's for my own sake
I can only pretend
When I see your face
The quiet onesThe Quiet OnesThe quiet ones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
The ShadowA messenger, a God of DeathThe Shadow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching your every step
Following your trail
Holding your fate
Clutching your soul
In his cold, dead hands...
GlowI'll carry the moon to you on golden goose wings.Glow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll take the world on my shoulders,
I'll lift all the boulders.
I'll do all I can,
Anything you demand.
I won't mind what you say.
I will listen anyway.
Your beauty is impeccable,
Your strength is unmatched.
You can do anything you strive for.
Be prepared for an attack.
I'll stand right beside you.
I'll let nothing pass.
Say what you want.
Let me know.
I will see you glow.
AccidentalUSUK - AccidentalAccidental3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Summary: Everyone has their curse. Some can control theirs, others can't. AU USUK. My first time writing this pairing, so please be nice.
He was supposed to be the hero.
But now, as the pain consumed his body like he did his food, he was slowly transforming a monster with an increased appetite for something a little more satisfying than beef. Alfred bit down on his lower lip, trying hard not to scream in agony as the bones in his fingers began to crack and twist into some inhuman shape and the dirty blonde hair on his arms began to grow longer to the point that it looked almost like fur. Why him? His thoughts were nearly lost in the pain induced nightmare as a loud CRACK resounded from his elongating spine. Why did he have to be a monster? Alfred looked down at his transforming hands again, sharp claws getting longer and longer as his legs gave away beneath him and sent him downward to the damp evening grass. Each loud snap of his
There Was a Storm TodayThere Was a Storm Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,
twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.
Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,
While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.
Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-
(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)
The puddles chased the passing storm to clear
the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.
Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb
swinging by a string in some attic from the past.
The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.
And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers through the clouds
So the birds can fly again.