FallenYou can almost hear it scream-Fallen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sweat on your brow
Falls and lets another live,
But it is too late for the tree
Snapping in two
From the cutter's blade;
Your heart does the same,
The bark breaking mercilessly
Slow after being maimed.
You watch its painful descent
In the sweltering heat of July;
The tree moans
Once it hits the ground,
The warm sap the tears it cries.
How could so many ask
If it even makes a sound?
KeepMay we fail to cross all the Sands;Keep2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even in each particle or grain,
There should always be some mystery
In the form of unknown lands.
May we never tame the Waters;
They have much to show and teach
From the breaking and violent waves-
Lessons not ours but for sons and daughters.
May we fail to always climb the Mountains
Or reach the snow-covered peaks;
Adventure awaits in the smallest pebble-
But should we just because we can?
May we never clear the Forests,
Beauty in all their enchanted grace;
The oak is strong and has much to share-
A little wild in the wilderness is really best.
Salt-ScentedEver so brief are my moments with the oceanSalt-Scented2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never more than a few salt-scented days at a time
But sweet elegance
Has poetically permeated each second
With the reassuring embrace of Jehovah
Frigid DuskFrigid Dusk departsFrigid Dusk1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Last ray of light vanishes
MeltingA single snowflakeMelting1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lands upon my lower lip
Melting my cold heart
Blankets the EarthRain blankets the earthBlankets the Earth1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Permeating each crevice
Of my tortured soul
Blackbeard's LoverThey called him the devil,Blackbeard's Lover2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Evil in the form of a man;
I cannot say if this is true,
For I knew him only on land.
He visited only once,
The Carolinas grand and great
Compared to me; I still believe
Our meeting was but the cause of fate.
He was a man of many talents-
He knew how to fight, scare, and govern;
All the experienced women waited in line,
Fantasizing about what they could learn
From the master of all, Edward Teach,
A legend of land and king of the sea.
I suppose he did not favor their goods or tone,
For then he looked at me.
His eyes scanned over me, and I was afraid,
Wondering what he could want me for;
I was not as pretty or bold as the others,
But I realized he wanted more than a whore.
He stared longingly and gestured for me;
I took notice and on his lap sat-
He winked and grinned broadly at me
Then placed on my head his pirate hat.
"Lovely girl, why do thee hide?
Ye presence is all I kindly beseech-
Ye make me smile and forget all others-"
These were the words of Edward Te
The Parking LotWith late afternoon sunlight light shining downThe Parking Lot2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On a parking lot filled only with trees
A warm wind is tasting my heart's dark depths
Seeking a soul where only ashes die
A crow, called Kraehe, lands beside my feet
His glossy black eyes staring at me
He utters something in his course language
And naturally, I fail to understand
He pecks the cement and a crack is formed
It grows, splitting open the earth as well
And rising from the depths of this crevice
Are time-worn tombstones into the daylight
Stretching the whole length of the parking lot
This line of grave markers, despite sun's kiss
Speaks of what midnight intends to perform
What action darkness is craving to do
A faint hint of red tints the horizon
And Kraehe flutters onto one tombstone
Continueing to sternly stare at me
Yet this time not saying a single word
I look at each chiseled rock before me
Set upon them are names of those I love
Except for the one supporting Kraehe
It yields the name of one I care not for
The arbors and th
this memory that can't be deleted.i still remember how it all changed.this memory that can't be deleted.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that hour's cut out the rest of the highlight reel.
it's now the only replay.
you spoke softly,
you could barely look at me,
but you didn't have to.
i felt the goodbye in your voice.
the brushing of our lips was a display for our care for one another,
but it was little to restore your faith in what we had fought for.
your doubt, too intense.
you were a reach away, but never had i felt your absence stronger.
i sat there, somehow still willing to fight for it,
to struggle, but
before i could stop you, you were already behind the ropes.
i can't forget how you eventually resisted my touch -
i remember how i sank; my heart to my stomach; my love to irrelevance.
i remember looking into your eyes as i backed out that door.
i knew you were sorry, and i could feel
Do You Hear?What lyrics of mine do you choose to hear?Do You Hear?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you hear the words spoken from my heart,
Or do you hear only what you expect,
Fashioning a mask I refuse to wear?
Be for MeBrave the storm,Be for Me1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And brave the sea-
Brave the turbulence
That is me;
Fight the battles
Each and every day-
Then you will be able
To brave me, I pray.
Defeat the waves
And silence the thunder-
Stir my heart
And let it skip asunder.
Ride the lightning
And calm lapping crests-
Cause the breath
To escape from my chest.
Be all you can
And be all for me-
Prove each day
That you and I
Can be we.
Delicate MoonThe little light in darkness,Delicate Moon1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She appears as but a sliver;
She silences quick tongues
And makes the strongest quiver
When in her presence-
Delicate in every way.
She marks where life begins
And where love lay.
Bright and shining with soft light,
She is the hope in black skies;
She is the warmth in hearts
And gleam in hypnotic eyes.
Less-than-quarter moon overlooked at times
Due to her less-than-quarter size-
She carries the weight
Of children’s soft cries
In both mists and storms,
Tears her beloved rain;
She carries woes and burdens
Until time again to wane.
She comforts the shy and small
And holds the big and proud,
Sneaking away before dusk
In overlapping, picturesque clouds.
Women whisper and men groan
Beneath her knowing, sweet stare;
Youth frolic and elders smile
While lovers lie and go bare.
Yet none so praise this
Silent and darling delicate moon
Like the creatures in the shadows
Who cannot help but swoon-
Who know not better
Than to howl their love,
To leap and run and pl
SeveredI lost my heart on the edge of eternity.Severed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dropped it off there thinking we would come back.
Thinking we would come through, but we broke paths.
We lost our maps, we lost each other.
Letter To BragaWhispers in the back of my mindLetter To Braga1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haunting my thoughts throughout the day
Poetic words stabbing my ear
Is it you, Braga, who whispers
So that only I can hear you
Demanding scribbles on the page?
Thousands of years ago, the Norse
Called you the god of poetry
Or are you really an angel
Of the Lord, causing words to form
On the tongues and dark hearts of men
And you were misinterpreted?
You are but one incarnation
Of the poetic flicker
Found within the human spirit
As manifested within me
Braga, you are not my passion,
But rather, my insanity.
Obsessed I want to b a t h e in your blood.Obsessed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to c a r e s s your bones.
I want to w e a r your skin.
I want your everything.
RainbowsAll my deepest hopes and dreamsRainbows1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are riding fast on moonbeams
Thinking only in rainbows
My thoughts go where the wind blows
Until truth begins to stream
Life's hardships begin to show
Wherever ambition goes
I cannot follow it seems
Only rainbows and moonbeams
Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discoveryPrologueTurning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discovery2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Vignette One - Floating
He floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the 6 year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.
He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next 12 years.
Vignette Two - Focus
The monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either side of t
PhilosophySadness is caused by people and cured by friends.Philosophy1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
My Type of GuyMy Type of Guy1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For your warm embrace
Can't keep up the pace
When you're nearby
You're my type of guy
But She's So YoungWith knife to her wristBut She's So Young2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And blade to her skin,
If she is gone,
Who will possibly win?
The color fades
From her young, round face,
But she hides her sadness-
Not a single trace
Of the tears she sheds
Every day after school;
She thinks she's too weak,
But the world's too cruel.
She wipes hot tears
On the back of her hand
And wonders if any
Could possibly understand
Why she tries
But fails to hide
Her face, too ashamed
Of the countless tears she's cried;
She rates herself
But hates herself
And blames herself
And cries herself
To miserable sleep.
She feels like a fool,
This little, insecure girl
Having to hear she is beautiful
To believe she is loved,
To feel she belongs,
To be her theme song.
Mistakes are made
To someday be learned;
To be accepted
Is what she yearns
For, but she cannot pretend
That her heart's not torn,
That she will forget
What it's like to be scorned-
She only thinks
To make the world mourn
Because this sad, poor girl
Can't take anymore.
I Love YouLove me to the end,I Love You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And love me over and over again-
Make me hate all other men
For they could never compare,
For I adore the way you tug on my hair
And tell me that you care
About my littlest sorrows and strife-
No other man could so complete my life-
Oh, how I want to be your wife!
Sneak your hands beneath my knees,
Spin me around as quickly as you please
And say again how you love me.
Look me in the eyes
And make me laugh when I cry
Or else I will surely die.
Share with me your smallest fears,
Whisper nonsense in my ears
And always call me your dear.
Steal my breath with your caress,
Make my heart leap from my chest,
And always kiss me goodnight lest
I wake to find you out of the bed,
Questions and worry filling my head
Until you make my face grow red
In response to your dragging lips
And playful fingertips.
I crave your kiss and adore the tip
Of your narrow and freckled nose,
Need your blush, colored as a rose,
To make me forgot my woes-
Make me forgot all but you.
Your heart so tr
Unforgiving HeartCome-hither eyes,Unforgiving Heart2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your whispered lies,
My withered cries-
What you do to me!
No way to deny
You, no way to not cry
Or stop asking why-
Won't you set me free?
You know I'm a fake-
That I don't have what it takes
To leave slumber and wake
To a world I will never understand;
I gave your impatient wait
What you wanted, I your bait
To beat the odds but all you gave was hate-
Such a cold, unfeeling man.
You set my heart ablaze;
I only thought of you every day
And all the special ways
You had of making me smile;
I listened closely to all you had to say,
To be your slave I even prayed
Just to keep your wants at bay-
Was I ever in denial!
Your passion fed my kindled fire,
And my tame spirits soared higher
For you, my heart's highest buyer-
But suddenly all I knew was pain;
I know I was a constant crier,
But you are a lasting liar,
My heartache cold and dire
Because all you saw in me was shame.
May you never forget
What all you did to me;
May you always know
You made me be
The person I am today,
the next time i saw you.what would i still remember?the next time i saw you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what would be darting across my mind?
how many times would i have crossed your mind by then?
by then would i still be at all?
would you have to stop and think how to react?
would the ticker tell you to walk off?
in which direction would logic sway you towards?
will i remember how it was - to be stricken with the softness of your lips?
would i still be lifted by that laugh?
what would it be like - to hear that voice again?
would you stare back blankly like i expect myself to?
but if our eyes hadn't cross would you have struggled deciding what to do?/
who will you have been with since?
what would you be thinking?
what would you want me to do?
how would you want me to react?
would your hand be in someone else's?
where would mine be?
could i grab hold of you?
or would that same emptiness fill your voice?
will you be smiling at me?/
what has the time away in our corners done for my impression on you?/
will i be to you?/