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
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.
What I AmAt Home,What I Am2 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
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
How Far will Love Gohow farHow Far will Love Go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will the love of your life
go for you
I've heard tales told
of love so strong
people can reach up
and pull rain
from the clouds
with glistening hands
of words spoken
to beguile the moon
into coming closer
to listen to whispered words
the sun held hostage
in the sky
for an extra hour
clouds that cry tears
of crystal hearts
on a winter's day
out in a field
or have you heard
the tale of a comet
crafting a sparkling
out of an obsidian sky
tales and wonders
you would be forgiven
cute little stories
to beguile the gullible
with patronising smiles
in twinkling eyes
we know the truth
of how far
the love of your life
to show love for you
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?
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.
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
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 words I am not one for pretty wordsI am not one for pretty words 2 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.
Half a Dozen RosesHalf a dozen rosesHalf a Dozen Roses3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sitting in a vase
every time I see them
i see your smiling face
Half a dozen roses
white and silky smooth
a very treasured gift
from a very treasured you
Half a dozen roses
never gonna fade
I may keep them forever
until the end of days
Half a dozen roses
may not mean a lot
but they are simply priceless
the most important thing I've got
Half a dozen roses
sitting in my room
the only thing I could want more
is absolutely wonderful you
Sleep TalkShe Came In The House,Sleep Talk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accidentally Slamming The Door.
I Was Sleeping On The Couch,
On My Side.
She Put Her Purse Down,
And Whispered In My Ear.
"It Is I,
The Great God Of Love."
"It Is Time For Your Test."
I Was Quiet,
"Are You In Love?"
"What Do You Like About Her Or Him?"
"...What's..Not To...Like About...Her...?"
"Please Provide An Example."
"...She Never...Lets Go...When We...Hug..."
He Mumbled In His Sleep.
"Alright...what Do You Hate About Her?"
"Are You Sure?"
"And Who Is This Girl?"
I Opened My Eyes,
And Quickly Pulled Her Over The Couch.
She Gently Hit Me.
En GardeShe held her weapon of choice steadily. Using the sharp tool she began to bleed out. She bled and bled until she could bleed no more. Her weapon of choice- a fountain pen, and, with it, she bled out her heart and soul onto endless sheets of zinc white paper.En Garde3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In His EyesOnce Upon A Time,In His Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There Was A Simple Little Boy,
Who Was Never Respected,
Or Even Loved,
In His Eyes.
He Wasn't Believing He Deserved Any Of It,
He Was Just Wanting To Get Away,
Lost In Their Love.
But No One Gave Any,
In His Eyes.
So He Went To The Pier,
And Stood At The Edge,
Back Facing It.
He Called For Everyone,
Or Anyone To Look,
But They Didn't Do A Thing,
In His Eyes.
So...He Fell Back.
Not Wanting To Face His Failures.
He Fell Quietly And Easily,
Without A Sign Of Struggle.
The Water Could Take It,
But He Showed Misery,
Only Letting It Engulf Him,
Like The Problems And Stress He Had Carried.
On His Way Down,
He Stared Back Up.
At The Hands Reaching Out.
He Started To Tear Up.
In His Eyes,
They Were Going To Hurt Him.
So He Screamed At The Sharks,
Commanding Them To Leave.
And They Did.
He Focused On The Air Bubbles,
Imagining That They Were Only The Words,
He Wanted To Say,
But Never Did.
He Started To Feel The Tears,
Disappear From His Eyes...
His Sweet And
please dont cryLet me hold you close,please dont cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And kiss your tears away,
For any time those tears come out,
You break my heart again.
One look upon those blood shot eyes,
I wither up in pain,
the idea that I have done you Wrong,
On my mind it plays.
So promise me you will not cry,
if I must leave your side,
Please do not cling to me my love,
For I myself may cry.
Faces In Their CrowdsShe Guided Him,Faces In Their Crowds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like A Mother To Her Child.
He Looked Up To Her,
Like A Dreamer To Their Hero.
But When She Left Him,
Like An "Uncool" To A "Cool,"
And He Felt Alone,
Like A Blank Face In A Colorful Crowd...
...Neither Could Truly Feel Special.
S-A-F-E A-N-D S-O-U-N-DSomethingS-A-F-E A-N-D S-O-U-N-D3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dead manI was walking down the streetDead man6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and saw a dead man there
He had bled out on the curb
nobody seemed to care
He laid still day after day
Lots of blind eyes were turned
I thought he would go away
when his body was burned
He told me the other day
he was no one at all
Like others, I was to forget
that he answered Hell's call
I walked by that alley
and I saw the dead man there
I recalled what he had said,
pretended not to care
Truth is, it's still in my head
the body that I found
It has long since been cleaned up
yet his death still stains the ground
I stand by the alleyway
The rain turns sand to mud
I don't know if you can see,
but to me, it's raining blood
43. DieYour tears glister like drops of dew43. Die3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a spider web at dawn
I'm sure mine do the same
Underneath closed eyes
"I'm sorry to
Leave without you."
A faint whisper cries
"I'm glad that you all came."
I press your hands without brawn
Before I leave, bidding my adieu.