The Butterfly JarIn her hand was a little jarThe Butterfly Jar4 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
Weihnachten - GermanWeihnachten - German8 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,
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 You7 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.
You Are Now GonePerhaps you were my oxygenYou Are Now Gone4 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 Old Oaken TreeI have sat in your shade and have been dreaming.The Old Oaken Tree3 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.
Here I layHere I layHere I lay7 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
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
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
BloodlustBloodlust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within
It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live
They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers
Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known
Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste the blood
The bond from within
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
PerspectivePerspective3 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
Les trous noirsDes soleils assourdissantsLes trous noirs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Envahissent subitement mon univers
De violentes tempêtes solaires
Bouleversent mes océans
Vents, raz-de-marée et tonnerres
Mon monde est vacillant.
De la désolation nait un mouvement
Du néant vient la consolation
De bienveillants trous noirs
Aspirent mon chaos vivement
Le vide est là
Le vide sacré
Le vide qui crée.
Je vous aime bienveillants trous noirs.
Sons and Daughters of The RevolutionSons and Daughters of The Revolution3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Hierarchy lost in translation,
laid out before us, but so forgotten.
Lord forgive us our folly,
Such great division,
for reasons many.
To my human eyes,
the scorching history,
wayward amid all anarchy.
Fractions to masses,
to lead and wage war.
The eternal struggle,
to which we are oblivious,
but so highly involved.
Lord forgive me,
as I fear my efforts are in vain.
Textual TangoThe conversation, like making love;Textual Tango5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
begins, slow -
intentional with gesturing hands,
metered and planned
(still under control.)
Somewhere we'd believe (at first)
was halfway through,
our voices rise, touching something fierce.
We're panting -
catching breath with butterfly nets.
Baiting and debating
like spouses on the outs:
hashing marks and keeping score,
scratches in your back like
chalk on board.
The session roars -
It swirls though all our mental collections,
now scattered on the floor.
Easy, winds recede, and I'm left naked,
some metaphysical whore:
The unreliable reach of linguistics,
stretched like political truths,
surrounded by erect senators -
taking bribes to cover their eyes
(but staring through cracked fingers,)
so they finally feel alive
As we bat about the birdie,
and make it look so easy.
On and on
a thousand sticky, restless nights -
the neighbors calling in the fights,
banging on the wall and flicki
wanderlustshe was a s e v e n t e e n year old girl from nowhere [or was it everywhere?] with dark hair and long eyelashes and skin that was always pale white. when she was young she played in the poppy fields of greece and when she got older her tongue started yearning to speak italian and russian so that she could travel to other far off places.wanderlust5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born on a friday between two ice storms, and the first word she ever heard was b e a u t y. her mama told her that when she first opened her dark blue eyes, her pupil was surrounded by a ring of pure white. the blue stayed but the white turned to green [and from then on her eyes were always her favorite feature].
she always had nightmares, never good dreams, but maybe that's because she could never stop d r e a m i n g with her eyes open. all she ever wanted was dirt roads and stars and mud under her fingernails.
[maybe one day, when she's older, she'll take a crinkly old map and
Bare BonesYou know that saying -Bare Bones8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About skeletons in your closet
Well I dont have mere skeletons
No motley collection of bones for me, oh no
I have a whole cemetery in my wardrobe
Row upon countless row of tombstones
Hiding the bare white bones of turmoil and torment
Scrawled on each marble slab is a significant date
Marking every occasion on which my soul was mangled
Every single day on which I suffered
Every night I was deprived of sleep
Every single time I stumbled to my knees and fell, weeping
Because demons came knocking at my door
And I had nowhere to escape
Oh yes the demons love me
They have made of me their whore
For I am weak and vulnerable to the vultures of degradation
And they love to pick my brittle bones clean
Pecking away every last shred of dignity and delight
And when they are sated at last
Flapping their harpy wings into the blackened sky
There I lie
A sorry and despicable sight
Quivering in a skeletal ball
Like a dying child
Hugging my knees to my bloodied chest
BrokenΙσως το λαθος να'ναι ολο δικο μου..Broken4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ισως παλι να μη φταιει κανεις..
η ζωη εχει περιεργο τροπο για να
εκπληρωνει τα σχεδια της..
Ξερω πως ολα καποτε τελειωνουν..
Ο πονος,ο ερωτας γινονται αναμνησεις
vanishing from view .collabi am missing something,vanishing from view .collab5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am that old woman with her
car keys forever on the
back of her mind because that
is the closest to the front
she can manage
i've forgotten who i used to be.
shallow screaming dins the room,
shakes the walls, as i try to cling
to something real, not this made-up
world where the ocean is suddenly
the sky, raining salt
upon open wounds.
the static is like poetry over
empty air, radios humming to
the tune of nothing but your
airplane parts and rioting
i am the grass beneath your feet
that you trample. i want nothing
to do with this cardboard city
full of ghosts and ashes. i need to learn
to fly away.
the glass temple is breaking under
the stress of your voice.
i clutch the railing until the
tendons of my hands unfurl and
curl anew around my throat,
pink sinews dispersing novel poems
like dandelion seeds. it
seems god, too, wants me to be silent
and my words drown like
fat hens. this is silence.
all i want is for you to
BulimiaMy corset makes me pretty, and I feel fineBulimia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't pay a cent cause all the bones are mine
Another finger down my throat, it feels good to cleanse
Amphetamines and sickness are my only friends
I promised yesterday
I haven't done it since
But they're here, today
To fuck me up again
I've never felt better than when they're choking me
Bringing me down sizes till I'm too perfect to see
(Hiding in the shadow of the cigarette smoke,
Tracing reddened patterns down my corset bones)
Purged and pure like a mannequin
Perfect, I'll never leave this place again
Desperate, like no one else will ever know
The way my insecurities secure me so
skinwalkershe was a vicious prion,skinwalker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anomalous & infectious—
my fractured mind was the
perfectly unsuspecting host.
i was so ashamed of life
& you had all the answers.
"don't let me go,"
she hissed each night,
coating my flesh in a
(it was just too damn easy
to grasp your viral hands.)
i know my ribcage is almost on empty
& my heart is converting to toxic waste,
but i still have a feverish serum in my veins
& a voice not yet conquered by broken bones.
your plague of malevolence
shall never govern me again.
TodayDo you remember that strange kidToday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you knew from high school?
The one that walked the halls at lunch
because he didn't really have anywhere to go.
he may not have been one for the ladies,
but who needs the craziness of high school girls
and their petty dramatic mind games?
I know you know who I mean,
he was the one who didn't know what he would be
because he was good at everything.
That kid killed himself today.
He blew his mind out in a car,
left rust coloured stains on the windows,
first in line in front of a green light.
His sad love stories left half written for third period english
never reached their happy endings.
He could have been a businessman, an artist, a scientist;
hell, he could have done it all,
could have inspired the masses
and become the change this world needed.
He was headed to great things.
But of all the things he could have been,
He decided to be a suicide statistic.