YouYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
Frost, Cold As FireFrost, Cold As Fire3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Huge, ornately carved oaken doors burst open with a crash, allowing a bitterly cold wind to swirl in, along with several snowflakes and a skinny teenage boy. Ice-blue eyes glinting with mischief beneath a shaggy mop of white hair, he skids to a stop on the wooden floor, bare feet slipping slightly. He plants the end of his staff firmly on the ground, and spiraling, feathery patterns of frost swirl away from it, matching that on his blue hoodie and slightly torn brown pants.
"North?" He calls into the depths of the workshop. Seconds later, a booming voice tinged with a heavy Russian accent answers him.
"Jack!" A huge man comes into view, dodging out of the way of several yetis carrying various toys. "How are you?" Grabbing the teen in a bone-crushing hug, he lets out a hearty laugh. "You came!" Jack looks rather uncomfortable.
"Um, North, I kind of need to be able to breathe…" Immediately, the bearded ma
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
StupidStupid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I am stupid, so I believe in everything you say.
Because I am stupid, I will sacrifice my all for your comfort.
Because I am stupid, I want to tell you all my secrets.
Because I am stupid, I thought you were also stupid.
BiaBia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts.'
-"The Pursuit of God" by A.W.Tozer
Her fingers don't trail across the spine of her Bible the way that they used to. After the wedding, it was the most amazing year long honeymoon until Sonya's father passed away. No, they hadn't been close, but somehow it rocked her boat so horribly that even her comfort zone was uncomfortable to remain in. Arms wrapped around herself; she hid within a darkened corner and rocked herself back and forth until she calmed down only to stand up in a rage and scream until her lungs gave out.
Anger. Fury. Rage. Blind, unsettling rage. It rocked her boat yet more furiously and, yes, her eyes were on the storm. Not just the storm that He'd allowed, but at the storm she was creating by looking away. The storm she allowed to swell by not focusing and taking back her all for herself. Her rage slammed several holes into her
- Photographic ParadoX -- Photographic ParadoX -4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This tool of distortion
used to corrupt the
perceptions of reality
The world as I see
through clear lens
has messed my senses.
My obsession with capturing
unsought beauty has seized me
though, frustrated with
An image captured
for my collection of silly
things for me to ponder upon
Behind the camera
I feel safe, never
want to be the subject
of its eye.
Deux-pieceDeux-piece3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gave my heart to a crocodile
he used it as a toothpick
i took it back
gave it to Charlie Chaplin
he kept playing the dictator
i took it back
gave it to Houdini
he'd make it disappear every morn
i took it back
gave it to the Beatles
they threw it to their lunatic fans
i took it back
gave it to my chest
it was dark and bloody in there
i took it back
gave it to You,
to stuff it next to yours -
i heard from your veins
there's room enough for Two
in your rib cage.
Be my MatchmakerSometimes,Be my Matchmaker4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to fall in love -
but my feet are too steady,
stay firm on solid ground.
I think I am in love -
until my eyes refocus
onto just another frog.
I may have been in love -
or was it an illusion,
something I wanted to see?
I want to be in love -
but fear the fall may scrape my knees,
or muddy them.
What if it is not meant to be?
What if it is not good for me?
What if it's always a mistake?
I want to be in love -
what should I do about it?
What could have happened,
if each impulse I responded to?
you are the one
who holds the key to my heart.
Give it away to whom pleases you -
and were it no one.
Be my matchmaker,
for you know best.
HandsMy handsHands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are not very beautiful.
scars and scratches,
can make my hands
Make them praying hands
that hold on to you.
Make them blessing hands
that pass on your love.
Make them helping hands
that lift the loads of others.
Make them working hands
that give all for you.
Let my hands
be your hands
and give glory to you.
I Have NeverI Have Never3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love
I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost
I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts
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
Jesus said...Jesus and IJesus said...3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
sat underneath a shade
where the leaves didn't shake
and the flowers just didn't like the pressure
of the sun- it's making them feel like being baked in an oven
He looks up into the sky
and I can see Heaven crystal clear in His eyes
a lady bug crawled up His arm
and boy it felt warmer than warm
I felt the heat crawling up my cheeks
He gave a sideways look and inched a little closer to me
I tried to look the other way
and God, I tell you, I tried
He gave me a little shy smile and asked
What's on my mind
I shrugged and said
something the world said to me
made me feel a little smaller than I am
He didn't say a thing till I was done
His arms around me was warm as the sun
His voice erupted like a symphony in a concert hall
which really made me want to sway
the weight of it all
I tried to sustain and yet sanity did maintain me...
the glorious lips did part and said
"What did the world say?"
The world wants me Lord, to be the one who makes lots of money
Develop a big brain and be
Fall In Love Like A PansexualWhen falling in love like a pansexual becomes complicated.Fall In Love Like A Pansexual3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When falling in love like a heterosexual is hard and shy.
When falling in like a homosexual is confusing.
When falling in love is just like falling in love any other way.
Basically, we all fall in love like a homo, like a pansexual, like a hetero, like anyone.
It's hard, complicated, hard, shy, and confusing.
Because when falling in love like a, well, whatever you are, is going to be the same.
You like someone. You get to know them. You befriend them. You fall in love with them.
So, what's the difference?
Are we not just different colored leaves on a tree in fall?
Still beautiful, but the bunch of us are different.
The greens, the reds, the yellows, the oranges, and the browns.
And maybe a green wants to be with a green? So?
Maybe a brown wants to be with a red? So?
Falling in love, and being in love, like a pansexual, is no different than being in love
like a hetero. It's just different.
When I'm gone, my darling...When I'm gone my darling,When I'm gone, my darling...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Would you still turn to stretch out your hand to reach me, at nights?
Would you still swap blankets, as we did because mine smells better?
Would you sigh a little, when the breakfast is set just for one, not two?
Would you stand beneath the stars and imagine me there, beside you?
Would you hear my whispers in the breeze that softly pass you by, calling?
Would you get drenched in the rain, just to relieve 'those' times, past?
Would you walk down the street, and see me standing there smiling back?
Would you still pen our names on every book you buy, and two red hearts?
Would you still whistle the same tunes each morning, that I so loved?
When I'm gone my darling,
Would you be as lonely without me, as I am up here without you?
PartingSlain upon the outlookParting7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crop of harbour wood
With broken blade deep in my side
And breath spilt out the hilt
White voices in the smoky mists
And carried off of air
That leaves as red as virgin rose
When cleft its feet in love
A heavy brow of curls and lashes
And eyes behind their rap
Upon my ribs with dulling pain
As more I have it be
Spray as clean as silty roads
And silk to trade the walk
The mountain caps with veins of blue
Come meet a garden parting
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,Symbiosis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
linguisticsAnd perhaps we artists don't speak the same language as the rest of you at all, actually. We do not even speak each other's languages. Visual artists, painters and photographers and the rest, speak a quick, throaty dialect given to slow slow vowels and long words that slither out in between the teeth. Musicians, of course, are given to singing every word of their language. They're a multilingual breed, that one, with a quite near-normal first language that is still a bit like humming, and then an incandescently ethereal and oftentimes demonic vocabulary in the other. Dancers do not speak at all, mute except when displaying an arresting, enchanting form of sign language. Artisans, and I count sculptors in their field, sound the most ordinary of all of all of us when sentences slip between their lips, but the words themselves are fantastic and endearing, little conglomerate syllables and sounds that should not be in the same phrase together but also belong together, like the French langulinguistics4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DaffodilsDaffodils3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsPost Mortem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,Paradigm Of The Lost Divine3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.
For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.
Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.
For I have listened to past laughter,
The velocity while this verse I slaughter,
Where no beast would believe his wrath.
But who am I to state what is rock or sand?
Solitude is the sign where hell is found.
Take my stressful body to a wilder strife,
So I can feel the mildest souls shiver,
In that baptismal fire called life.
To burn in a flame so riotous and rife,
Is the luckiest lie anyone could
Leaves and LeavingTurning leaves remind me that some people change along with the seasons.Leaves and Leaving5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaf. Leaves. Leaving.
Hush. If you listen real close, you can hear leaves laughing as they let go of the twigs that adore them. They flutter quietly to the ground, their graceful suicides silent to everyone except their beloved branches.
Look, the world is orange and jagged and rusted. It is decadence and leaves and leaving. It is home, it is heaven, and it is hell.
One by one, the trees ignite themselves and we watch their soundless self-destruction unfold. Whole forests seem to go up in flames without smoke. Sometimes we take pictures.
We are only left with black and brown skeletons that patiently wait to be buried under white.
I spend my entire autumn watching things die.
Autumn's Echo of PassingRows of dried corn stalks bendAutumn's Echo of Passing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the wind that
thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on higher ground,
their husks abandoned-
the flash floods may yet pass them by.