SimplicityThere is much power,
In saying something with I wish,
And in saying that,
If it would ever come true.
I'd wish for many things then,
All of them simple and probably not unique.
But then the darker wishes come,
They make me seem so selfish.
I can't tell you what they are,
So very private my wishes true,
But simply know this:
It would change a lot of people's point of view.
I won't wish it on money,
Or even a house,
Or even something perfect.
I'd wish only for me,
And that'd be enough.
I wouldn't care if you're exotic,
Or if you'd want fame and fortune,
None of that matters to me,
Because I was raised differently.
I will tell you then,
Since it's so much different,
These wishes so normal,
That I know won't come true:
A husband or wife,
Who tries their hardest,
So they can meet the bills.
They aren't perfect,
They aren't special,
But they're simple in and of themselves.
A few children,
Maybe three or four at least,
I don't mind if they make a mess,
Or even misbehave.
I want them
What I AmAt Home,What I Am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm A Chosen One,
A Man With Hope,
The Hope That Stands,
Stands For Others.
It Stands WIth A Flag,
A Flag With Our Colors,
Waving With Our Pride.
On The Field,
I'm A Simple Soldier,
Running Through The Clear,
With A Weapon And With My Pride,
Stuck In My Throat.
At Any Second,
I Could Go Down,
And My Pride Would Bleed Out.
On The Enemy Turf,
I'm Just The Bad Guy,
With The Power To Destroy And Attack,
Attack Without Mercy.
I've Seen My Allies,
Disgrace And Humiliate,
The Ones We Didn't Even Know,
But Somehow Hated...
And Back At Home,
I'm A Hero,
A Man With Scars And Medals,
With My Pride On The Ground,
Stomped On By My Boot.
They Call Me Their Savior,
Yet I Am Just A Soldier,
Used As A Weapon,
To Destroy The Other Heroes.
The Other Heroes,
Who Also Ran Through The Field,
Who Also Held Up Their Flag,
Who Also Stood For Their Country.
So To Me,
I Am No Hero,
I Am No Savior.
Nor Am I An Enemy,
A Bad Guy.
I Am Just Their Pawn,
In Their Little Game Of Ris
The sacrifice.the ocean singsThe sacrifice.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bluebirds fly
the shells will scream
their silent cry
when divers come
to get the pearl
you raised so long
for a little girl
five years you were working
for the final move
get it ready in time!
For the final approve
he CRACKS you
he SMACKS you
he HACKS you
and you were just shielding
your little pearl
and while you are sighing
the diver is smiling
and while you are dying
the princess is crying
'cause you had to die
for the princess' delight.
My LullabyHere, in this place, where secrets lieMy Lullaby2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My words are safe from prying eyes
From folks whom these words aren't for
From those who wander through my door
Here, in this place, is Pandora's box
Gaurded by lies and keys and locks
I do what I must to keep words free
Not bridled by fear or absentee
Dear mother, dear father, I love you so
You both never want to let me go
Dear brother I love you, all you three
But some things are not known about me
Here, right now, is the New Age
But I am trapped inside my cage
Can someone please open the door
There's a whole new world to explore
Here, in this place, freedom reigns
But not without a price of pain
Show my face to no one, and you'll see
The price for secrecy is me.
EngravedHe wrote his name on my heartEngraved3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And claimed it as his own
My feelings, thoughts, opinions
They belonged to him
He took me under his control
Punished me when needed
Rewarded me when deserved
They told me to run away
But I couldn't
I loved him, see
Held me tight when I cried
When I was angry
When I was sad
When I was desperate
When I was hurting
He held me
He hit me
He kissed me
He bit me
But that's alright
Because he was as much mine
As I was his
Our names engraved on the other's soul
Something poeticI speak in stanzasSomething poetic3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I articulate in verse
Can you possibly understand me?
You, who speaks in motions,
And articulates in silence?
I am a poet, a cacophony
Of words, ideas, and spirit
But what does that mean to you?
You that are poetry without words
Stanzas without substance
And yet so full of something else
Has anyone ever loved me
The way you do
The way your hands move
Like my pen across a page
The way you speak
Like the fire of inspiration crossing my mind
No one has ever loved me
For my words
These words spilled out on a page
In a moment of desperate, joyful inspiration
Like water from a fountain
Or blood from my heart
I am a writer, but I'm running out of ink
Trying to describe something indescribable
Others describe this as "falling"
But you simply uplift me
Higher and higher until I can't breathe
We are more than poetry
Two yet-untarnished souls together
And neither of us completely understands why
But who can possibly understand love?
Stupid titles....If you guys are wondering why some of my gallery will be going missing, it's because I'm cleaning out what I don't want and with most of it I'm just going to re-scan it so that it looks better. I just thought I'd give you all a heads up in case you were wondering. I'd also like to inform you that I now have 92 watchers :iconohfuckgrandpaplz: Thank you all so much for your help and support, I really do appreciate it. To show how much I appreciate all of you, not only will I feature each one of you in this journal, but once I get 100 watchers I will try to do something special for all of you. Not sure what yet... but if you've got any ideas than I'll be more than willing to listen. And again, thank you all!Stupid titles....2 years ago in Personal More Like This
All of my lovely watchers that you should all go check out!
Spring HaikuA soft breeze sweeps throughSpring Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pale cherry blossom petals
Carrying my tears.
I Love You [Poem]All the stars in the sky,I Love You [Poem]3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every one that you see,
Every one that is there,
And every one that once was,
Is how much,
I love you.
AbandonedAbandonedAbandoned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I alone,
Do I choose to be by myself?
Is it just that no one is around?
Or did everyone leave me?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I put this upon myself?
Was it my lies?
Did I push everyone away?
Or did they push me away?
Is this my fate?
To be forever alone?
To cry myself to sleep every night?
For no one to hold me tight,
Or to talk to me,
Or ask what's going on with me?
Am I alone?
Or am I
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Today, It has been nine months and nineteen days since I left. Three thousand kilometers of distance. This is the longest period of time that we have been apart. I miss you, I remember you all the time. Suddenly, I remember things I did not think about before, suddenly they all keep jumping in my face, so many memories, some warm, some cold, some tough, and some just beautiful.
Do you know that I can remember the days you were teaching me the Arabic alphabet and the French Alphabet. Whenever we have a guest, I run to them and start shouting " A,B,C,D,E,F......." They smile and ask me who thaught you all this, I run to you, I hug you and I say " Dad taught me".
You took me to the beach, you taught me how to love it, this is why now the beach is where I find my soul, where my heart feels at home, where I feel a very strong sense of belonging I dont quite understand. We went to
Midnight OrchestraUnder the spotlight of the moon,Midnight Orchestra1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They traced constellations on the ground.
Mirroring the flight of the heavens divine
Heartbeats synchronized in still standing time
Poetry echoed in a sky full of dreams.
A rush of blood-A mute pause;
two breaths held for an undecipherable cause
But their feet didn't stop and they danced on,
leaving the rest of the story, to be inked by the stars.
A quanta of solace was all they had
No men, no women, nor blazing cars.
Their conversation was now composed in music bars;
The silent symphony of Venus and Mars.
Final WordsReally, must I do everything myself?Final Words2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Fallen Guardian Angel's TaleWhen I Left This World...A Fallen Guardian Angel's Tale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Didn't Know Where I Would Go.
I Would Never Know,
I Didn't Know If I Was Good,
Until I Drifted Upward,
And My Mentor.
He Taught Me How To Be Happy,
And How To Do My Job.
And After All Of It,
I Felt My Heart Growing,
And My Wings Expanding.
When They Came,
My Mentor Taught Me One Last Thing.
Do What You Can,
When You Can,
No Matter What The Result.
I Had Given Him My Last Regards,
And Set Off Into The Sky,
Only To Dive Back Down,
I Desended Onto The Streets,
And Hid My Wings,
Searching For My Prize;
The Boy I Must Protect.
I Wandered For Days,
Wondering Where He Was.
Until One Day.
The Day He Came Outside,
Unafraid Of His Parents.
He Stood Up To Them,
Unlike All The Other Times,
Carrying But A Simple Backpack,
And His Hope.
He Left In A Hurry,
To Meet Me.
I Greeted Him With Respect,
And All He Could Do,
Was Greet Me Back And Rush Off.
I Followed Him,
And Kept Both
Author of the MomentYou sit at your keyboard,Author of the Moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing each key with deliberate intent,
So worried about each and every mistake.
You orchestrate and plan out each line
Before typing permanent words and mistakes
Because there is no 'backspace' nor 'delete' button.
Every second is spent obsessing over
Every missing leter, word misplaced
and wrong? punctuation.
You've gotten so absorbed in not making
What you were writing about.
And so you leave your keyboard for the night,
To wake up in the morning stressed and
Unable to let go of those
Misspelings and, errors.
But today you've reached the climax
Of your story.
You reach out for the keyboard,
Put your fingers on the asdfjkl; keys,
Feeling for the small lines on f and j.
And you type.
With blinding speed and a smile on your face
Every mistae forgiven, forgotten
You just keep going.
The story has taken over you.
As you go over the past
You realize there is not a frown on your face,
But one turned upside-d
LoveLet me loveLove3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the choice is mine
Don't choose my path
It's destined by the one above
Don't tell me yes or no
Just encourage me along the way
Don't say stop
Help me to think and be
But don't try to influence who I am
Don't try to correct my path
Just let me be me
You know I love you so
You know I always will
You know I mean forever
Yet you still control my life
Every day the same old deal
Darling you're driving me insane
Depressed enough to take that knife
Thank you for attending
Please enjoy the appetizers
Everyone is happy
Even in the coffin, I am smiling
Free FallI am encased by the river.Free Fall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not see
I do not hear
I do not speak.
My robes flow elegantly
With the water.
The falls are near at hand.
All I do is to hope
That you will be at the bottom
With open arms to catch me.
A Golden HeartI can't touch itA Golden Heart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's too beautiful
It's too magistic
And it makes me want to cry on my knees
Why did you have to have such a good heart?
Yet I can't be beyond than just a friend
Why did you have to have such a pure heart?
Why did you have to be so nice to me?
It shines a bright light
My eyes squint in the darkness yet I want to cry
I've never seen anything like it in a long time
It feels so warm, it makes me feel alive
It's worth more than anything on this earth
It's worth more than oil to diamonds
It's worth more than the trees that give us air
It's worth more than the water we drink
Why am I comparing your heart to these things?
It's nothing compared to your heart
It's nothing compared to my heart
It's so beautiful, but my heart is just a pile of broken glass
Let each tear drop from the sight of it
I can't touch it though, I don't want to touch it
It will desicrate the beautiful heart
I will violate the glory of your heart
It's like I'm looking into the eyes of God
He sees everythin
Overthinking.I think way too much.Overthinking.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For my little one track mind.
I just want your touch.
I just want you to say you're mine.
I hold you back, I know I do.
But you don't seem to mind.
I suppose it's because I love you.
I'm glad you like being mine.
I feel so out of touch.
My world revolves around logic.
So I think way too much.
When love is just like magic.
I was thinking, overthinking, like I do.
About these feelings that defy logic.
I was thinking, about just how much I love you.
And you know what? I'm glad there's magic.
I think way too much, I really do.
For my little one track mind.
So I will give up, and say I love you.
And let you know you're mine.
I am not one for pretty wordsI am not one for pretty wordsI am not one for pretty words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For hidden meaning tied up with beauty.
No entanglements of double entendres,
No seductions of your mind.
I may exaggerate
Yet it is but truth in my eyes.
I may use the wrong words
But I will hope you still understand my meaning.
I may be blunt
But I am not given to cruelty.
But only if you can take them.
I will not hide who I am
Nor ask forgiveness for it either.
Perhaps I am strong because
I've never experienced loneliness
Perhaps I am strong because
Brash in my ignorant opinions
Trying to stop from ranting and raving
Hearing others and changing
Hopefully for the better.
Actions may speak volumes
But they can hurt so much less
That is why little smacks speak of my displeasure
For traumatic words are not to be borne.
I am not one for
Elegant poetry nor
What I say
A tale of woeLend me your ear for this tale I have to tellA tale of woe3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though I'm not a bard I'll try to tell it well
For your time I offer you of my words many
But it's up to you to believe of them any
I will tell of a man and Brock was his name
He had a strong son who was named just the same
Oh what dreadful tragedy arose from this fact
When the father killing of the son does enact
But let me tell you how the story began
Once upon a time there was a poor young man
He had no family but a heart made of gold
One day he met a woman her body she sold
He loved her despite the fact she was a whore
Still she lied to him about the child she bore
Because she couldn't afford to love him in return
She abandoned the child and showed Brock an urn.
"The baby, who was born dead, he was your son.
Here are his ashes, I've had the burning done
Already. For us it's much easier this way."
She said but then disappeared the other day.
Brock left cruel memories and the town, too.
While not far away a foundling grew into
impossible"You should smile more," he said,impossible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
studying my expressionless face.
"Such a beautiful smile."
I looked away, out the window,
my face burning with embarrassment.
Little did I know that his next
words would be his last to me.
"I love you," he whispered,
kissing my hot forehead and
walking to his car.
I could have, should have gone with him,
but what could I have done?
The other driver, distracted by sin,
unable to pay attention to the road,
switched lanes at the wrong time,
killing the one happy thing in my life.
If only I'd known he would be gone,
I would have smiled a million smiles,
just so he would die happy.
SurrenderHis battle cry eliminated the darkness.Surrender2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A World of WordsThis written word strung together,A World of Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Played off in a cacophony of beauty,
Dancing around in a field of verses.
Visible to all with eyes in their heads,
Or ears sensitive and perked,
But only known to those who watch.
Those chosen few who sit in silence,
Listening to a mute orchestra,
Or watching an invisible ballet.
The truth behind what is visible,
Is seen and created by their worn minds,
Lips upturned with furrowed brows.
Broken hands feeling no pain when creating,
Their minds, hearts and souls filling the page,
In a cacophony of beauty, spilling across the world.