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 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
The sacrifice.the ocean singsThe sacrifice.2 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.
impossible"You should smile more," he said,impossible2 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.
We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted whenWe kill angels2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially
It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?
Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
Instead we're treating them so malicious-
ly, We kill angels, we're hell and them is woe
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father2 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
LoveLet me loveLove2 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
A tale of woeLend me your ear for this tale I have to tellA tale of woe2 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
EngravedHe wrote his name on my heartEngraved2 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
I promise you liesNever make a promiseI promise you lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you can't keep
Hypocritical words of a sinner on trial
Sinned against his heart
This man deserves to die
Dishonour means nothing
So cut away
Pay your blood debt
A trial of the heart
For the sins left uncounted
A promise kept forever
I deserve no salvation
Because I'll just lie again
Dyslexia: Feels DumbFeels Dumb.Dyslexia: Feels Dumb2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is a horrid moment when that test is placed before you and you stare at it for a moment before writing your name upon the virgin white paper. You twiddle your thumbs, a sweat breaking out upon your brow and bite your lip with nerves.
I understand. I really do.
When that test is placed before me and I've already suffered one panic attack wondering what exam it is I have today or whether I have an exam at all. One panic attack down. Many more to go.
I knot my fingers; make them scrap across my skin because somehow it calms me to feel something against my skin. I begin to shake my leg, its motions erratic as I try to get rid of the panic filled energy flowing through me.
I want to cry. I don't like this. I want out. Let me out.
No. I must stay and see this through.
Exams are high though. Everyone feels dumb in them, don't they? Everyone always seems so happy and surprised with their results so I guess that's evidence.
Let us lower it, shall we?
How about somewhere si
AbandonedAbandonedAbandoned2 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
Final WordsReally, must I do everything myself?Final Words1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Overthinking.I think way too much.Overthinking.2 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.
Something poeticI speak in stanzasSomething poetic2 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?
Spring HaikuA soft breeze sweeps throughSpring Haiku1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pale cherry blossom petals
Carrying my tears.
Free FallI am encased by the river.Free Fall2 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.
Sleep TalkShe Came In The House,Sleep Talk2 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.
A Golden HeartI can't touch itA Golden Heart2 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
Author of the MomentYou sit at your keyboard,Author of the Moment2 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
A World of WordsThis written word strung together,A World of Words2 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.
Nothing Is Forever"It won't be for long, baby girl." A large, warm hand patted my head as I looked down at my shoes, trying to be as strong as he was being. But it was so hard. That hand had held mine, hugged me, cleared my tears, and always let me know: I was in safe hands.Nothing Is Forever2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Look up at me so I can see those big browns okay?" I lifted my chin, tears starting to spill. My resolve was weakening as I looked up at a strong, sturdy face.
I wrapped my thin arms around him, clutching him close to me.
"Don't go, don't leave me, don't walk away," I chanted these hopeless words in my head. They spun around and around, blurring my vision with tears as the police men took the wrong man away.
He turned and looked back at me, and it took all I had to restrain myself from running through the gates after him. He yelled back at me words I would cherish and that would keep me going for the next two years.
"Nothing is forever darling."
Two years passed. I am ten years old now, and my dad is finally, finally coming to get
A Fallen Guardian Angel's TaleWhen I Left This World...A Fallen Guardian Angel's Tale2 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
The Eyes of a DragonCan you see it through her eyes,The Eyes of a Dragon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those distant fading memories
In vast and endless skies
Where horizons could not be set?
And can you find time before beginning,
A prequel to Adam and Eve?
Or the apes who stood to men,
And walked with swords upon two feet.
Discover hidden beneath time dulled scales
Where there's fires from ancient years,
Which burnt before the strike of flint
And paled only in others through fear.
Her claws once curled tightest grip
Alongside bated and excited breath,
As perched on the dizzying precipice
She held no fear of what she could drop.
She'd leap from cliffs where none would follow,
To unfurl her starving wings and feed,
Feaster on the wind and breeze
For flying held freedom and to live was to be free.
But now her claws click blunt and clipped
And her wings fold ripped and tattered,
No burnish holds in tarnished scales
When chains are there to keep her grounded.
What she was she is no more
So let the weary mind forget
For pain is brought in thoughts