You Are Now GonePerhaps you were my oxygenYou Are Now Gone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As without you I cannot breathe
Stars reminded me of your eyes
My love, why did you have to leave?
So out of the blue you left me
In to black my fragile heart broke
A thousand lost words were exchanged
Yet not one single word was spoke
I'm focusing on my time piece
I've given you peace for some time
Though love is clearly black and white
Friendship is harder to define
It's the shades of grey that haunt me
Those seeds of love we didn't sow
The memories we never made
Our bloom that has refused to grow
The pressure I feel without you
This volcano shall soon erupt
But I will implode silently
This was no ordinary love
You were my best friend; a tonic
An antidote to all that was wrong
You said you would never leave me
Your silence says you are now gone
The Butterfly JarIn her hand was a little jarThe Butterfly Jar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a butterfly shaped motif
Small enough to fit in her palm
Large enough to hold her beliefs
And all of the hopes and the dreams
And the harrowing memories
She promised one day to reveal
The contents of the jar to me
Protected by the butterfly
Her secrets remained safe and sound
Each echoing in their own space
As there was no one else around
The winged beauty remained loyal
As the days like clouds floated by
It too was once a caterpillar
That never dreamt it could fly
Now like a butterfly she'll escape
From her chrysalis-like mind
She will shed all of her sorrows
Underneath the silken sunshine
And with a God given impulse
Wings will flutter for the first time
They will catch the wind of wonder
Into the sky she'll begin to climb
Beautiful NightmareFeel the night.Beautiful Nightmare6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See Venus hanging outside my window.
See the clear stars melting,
dripping off the roof
in time with my pulse.
And try not to see the shadows
silently stealing across my bed.
Try not to let the darkness fall.
I close my eyes,
and try to be brave.
Dont worry about me,
Weihnachten - GermanWeihnachten - German7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Meine Glieder sind so schwer, ich mag mich kaum noch rühren. Die Fenster beschlagen, alles um mich herum scheint zu verschwimmen. Interessiert mich auch nicht.
Ist es nicht kalt hier? Ich fröstele leicht, meine Finger beginnen zu zittern. Stoßen wohl gegen das Glas, das einsam vor mir steht; etwas läuft über meine Hände. Ich nehme es kaum wahr.
Zeit zerrinnt zwischen meinen Fingern. Zeit, die es selten gut mit mir gemeint hat.
Zeit zu gehen.
Vorsichtig versuche ich aufzustehen, doch leichter Schwindel erfasst mich und ich ergreife meines Nachbarn Hand, der mit ferner, dumpfklingender Stimme auf mich einredet. Ich verstehe nichts von dem, was er mir sagen will, will nichts mehr hören.
Meine Augen klappen nur noch zu, will nichts mehr sehen. Habe genug von der abendlichen Gesellschaft. Sehne mich... Nach meinem Bett. So weich und verlockend... so weit entfernt.
Heute ist das, was man Weihnachten nennt. Für mich ist es nur ein weiterer Tag im Jahr,
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
It Was Always You It was a beautiful clearing. I bent and picked a brilliant red flower from the long still grasses and set it in my hair. It was peaceful. But kind of lonely, just another reminder of all the differences from back home. Across the country and all. My mom said Id meet new friends, but so far, she was wrong. I sighed and sat with my back against a large oak tree.It Was Always You6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Id just begun to read my book when I hard the sound of muffled laughter from the branches above me. I looked up in alarm to see a face peering down at me from the leafy canopy.
The boy in the tree had his palm over his mouth and looked as surprised as I felt. He slowly moved his hand and bit his lip. It was obvious that he hadnt meant to make a sound. He looked at me solemnly and hesitated before saying, You have a flower in your head. Thats why I laughed.
Bon gre, mal gre IIIUne perceptionBon gre, mal gre III3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tous les mythes sont réels,
Et trompent l'oeil
The Old Oaken TreeI have sat in your shade and have been dreaming.The Old Oaken Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Often I have forgotten the time.
Into your bark I have sobbed.
Underneath your roof of leaves I have sought shelter.
My grief, my joy I have told you.
A feeling of safety I have found here.
You are still there - changed - like me ...
After so many years.
You have stood your ground.
I have found a home, a place to strike root.
We share our life at the little creek.
Hardly I can grasp it or word my joy.
The power, peace and silence that surround you
I have already loved as a child.
And when I climbed up your branches and hurt you -
Please forgive me, the ignorant child.
That what I loved to have, you have given to me -
Power, dignity, hope - zest for life.
DenialDenial:Denial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the mountains
and sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavens
He begins his climb
his hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stone
He continues to drag himself
against the crags that scrape against his peeling skin
Unwilling to end his climb prematurely
though the rocks continue to slice into his flesh
Blood is drawn with a single desperate gasp
as pain rings out throughout his frame
His feet tremble and his hands grow numb
but still he continues to climb ever higher...
The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountain
and they slowly begin to waste him away
His body turns to dust and is scattered away amongst the clouds
But still he presses on!
Eventually, all that is left of this man
is a pair of hands clinging stubbornly to the rocks
and though the winds may blow, the man's spirit wills them on
Inch by painful inch they climb, undetered and utterly determined
For even if he lacks a body, even if he has nothing lef
PerspectivePerspective2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
constellations, ambitions, and things in betweeninstead of poetry,constellations, ambitions, and things in between2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to live in
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
want to breathe in
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
KrankIch leide an der schrecklichsten Krankheit, die diese Welt je gesehen hat.Krank6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Nur bin ich die einzige, die diesen Satz so unterschreiben würde. Doch beim Unterschreiben bin ich vorsichtig geworden.
Die Ärzte sprechen von einem Phänomen.
Der Papst von einem Wunder.
Forscher nennen mich einen Segen für die Menschheit.
Und ich? Ich hätte gerne Angst.
Mein Magen sagt mir, ich hätte Angst, doch das kann ja nicht sein. Männer in weißen Kitteln umringen mich. Es ist immer jemand da, nie bin ich allein.
Ein hübscher junger Wissenschaftler lächelt mich scheu an. Hab keine Angst", sagt er. Wir tun dir nicht weh". Ein älterer Kollege klopft ihm auf die Schulter. Sie hat keine Angst, Felix. Das weißt du doch."
Er ist gut gelaunt. Seine Gehaltserhöhung muss heute morgen genehmigt worden sein. Woher ich das weiß? Nun, ich sagte doch: Ich bin krank.
Ich leide unter dem Sim-Syndrom. Zumindest ist das meine Bezeichnung
the truth iswe needed wordsthe truth is5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we needed to rest on the
spines of each one and feel
the warmth of some heart
beat roiling underneath the
sleetlike skin of ink. we needed our
tongues to move and our small teeth
to dry out with the straining of language
in the veins of our cheeks. although
we never spoke
we needed words
Here I layHere I layHere I lay6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Faintly I hear you weep
So Dig my grave deep
where your tears cant be felt
Dig my grave deep
So im closer to hell
ignore this, bthis is exactly whatignore this, b4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is supposed to happen,
no miles-long limbs
holding back like ropes,
to our own
but jealous hearts
i am a sad bird,
hollow bones weighed down
with melancholy envy,
and heavy air.
i am not in love,
i say, and i am right.
but that does not mean
that i don't love you.
that does not mean
that no unhappy numbers
and shapes will slip
into my mind, broken slumber
and blue sleep.
tonight i will dream
of paphian entanglements
and sweet sorrows
slipping in to contrast.
i am sorry.
i am envy incarnate,
a green eyed monster,
and tell me,
loved a monster?
Another Lonely NightStaring at the note you gave me,Another Lonely Night4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so blood drunk and hung over
I can't understand the directions
and the words lift off the paper
making strange arrows
that point to stop signs and dead ends.
Maybe I could give in to the confusion,
and leave you at the station,
loving the thoughts of how you'd shiver
with nothing but your own frail arms
to keep you warm, to keep you safe
from the fears that materialize and dance around you.
Maybe then you'd realize just what you left me with;
to feel such warmth in words and paper,
to get such lovely letters,
then to remember how cold was the hand that wrote them
as you walk by and look,
only to be spared an empty stare.
Then the radio speaks: it's supposed to rain tonight.
As the first drops touch the ground
the speculation washes away and I remember
that this wouldn't be you.
You've got no sorrow to dwell in
and no reason to wait for me.
You'd go back home to loving places
and your sun-girl ways without me.
You would be happy as you've ever
love, and other natural disastersacres of barely concealed tragedylove, and other natural disasters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are sprawled along the vacant beach,
spreadeagled like a group of starfish or
a colony of dead Vitruvian men.
hair becomes whip-like in wind
as shorelines burst onto squeals of water,
each one a hideous screech
from gaping jaws, a cry that echoes
for hours while stars tick-tock overhead.
i could swallow entire mouthfuls
of the pale sun, feel them explode
like lightning strokes in my aching belly
and still think like a deserted seashore -
the only signs of life
ruffled seagulls picking at dry oyster shells.
the earth is a sphere and the coast
is a box of empty prayers
held together by a couple loose ends
of fishing wire
sharp enough to slit throats.
Scorpion"Show me your bones."Scorpion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the atlas of her thighs quaked
as she misplaced her skin
in the backseat of his car.
"I'm a scorpion, you know-"
a messy promise
& she smirked,
sure of her limbs,
her scars, & her teeth.
"I dare you to stake claim to this clavicle."
This Is The Nightthe entire sky felt too heavyThis Is The Night4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so it sunk to its knees
begging for relief
for the emptiness
that always follows the pain
numbness in place of agony.
this is the time of dying suns
that donate brilliant colours to the sky
for those who admire the deep red vistas
and feel the end of another lonely day.
hot shock to the system,
this is sunlight
breaking your body
with unbending hands,
the heaviest hit
hurting even the hollows
between your bones,
this is the time that shadows grow
scurrying and juvenile in their footholds,
the newfound cracks and crevices
where dying light has lost its strength.
the wind has birthed us
tornado children in the night
the dark swallowing us
to be as invisible as our mother
and just as powerful.
the sun is still shining
where you are,
as my head blushes against
this is a time of change
allowing the world to be something different
allowing us to escape ourselves
this is the night.
TranquilityBreathing heavily now, he was feeling the effects of the continued struggle. He spared a moment to look up at the night sky and admired how brilliantly the stars shone through the breaks in the clouds, how they reflected off of the appearingly smooth surface of the wet road ahead of him, and how the soft lights refracted through the jumps of raindrops hitting shallow puddles; their power to hypnotize. On any other night this could have been a perfect moment, slowing the world around him almost to a standstill, bringing him to an extreme sense of heightened awareness that monks spent lifetimes trying to find. In this state he could feel every pulse of his own heartbeat, smell the late-autumn trees seeping from the fading leaves, hear every fluttering of wings in the distance, every minute twitch of grass as the wind blew through it, and every single drop of rain as it settled to the earth. But not tonight. The fantastical longings oTranquility4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the girl with the ashen heart and jackdaw grinShe was the girl with the autumn limbsFor the girl with the ashen heart and jackdaw grin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All wildfire eyes and bonfire lips
Aching to tear the tress into a clamour of sun beams
And crackling breaths split the sky into a smile
She had forests sewn into her veins
All thick grooves of amber and phosphate
Etched into the curves of her spine and empty synapses
Feline limbs and a lone wolf persona
Hangs on the slopes of her mountain range collar bones
She was the girl that you’d search oceans for
Her glowing fingertips and bird wing bones
Fleeting like the winds got hold of her aching soul
She’d paint constellations on her rib cage
To make the star strewn sky look a little less lonely
let it burn.You always told me to live in my head,let it burn.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but you never knew
that secretly my mind was a warzone
just waiting to take over.
(My mind has always been my worst enemy
since it kept me from loving you
when I was convinced you would break my heart,
but I ever knew you secretly
engraved a heart on your wrist
everyday to remind yourself
that everyone deserves to feel love.)
I admit that you always owned my heart
since we convinced ourselves to believe
that we are bulletproof,
but when I saw you shoot the trigger
I knew there was no such things as fairy-tales.
(I always loved the way you laughed
because it reminded me
that I could always hold you high
whenever we were broken
just to feel.)
(Broken hearts aren't supposed to beat,
I'll never stop loving you.)
HubrisHubris2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The conquerors saw
a vast, empty, cruel world,
conquest. They strove to subdue,
to shrink, to own, these marvels.
THE ART WARRIORSTHE ART WARRIORS5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
THE ART WARRIORS
- About the beginning of a new revolution -
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Keep your art free! Don't diss yourself with watermarks, don't shrink your vision - and don't fear the illusion of art theft.
Just wrote it down in my Twitter as another stroke, and this sword's sharp enough to make you think. All art is about sharing, and what I get is what I give: Everything's in the flow, and it's time to give up the illusion of personal importance. I'm not saying you're dispensable. I think you're better as a living and responding part of all the energy floating inside and outside of ourselves. We're all dead now, and to live we need to transcend the barriers we put up all the time. There's freedom outside the borders, and the sight to a far away horizon leads just to another and another illusional horizon.
Real life is endless, and we're all made to travel really far. We've come a long way, and sometimes we feel so bad that we want to give up, but the