MistakeTrust is such a delicate thing,
Like a new bud,
Bursting out of the snow,
Fragile and easily broken.
The winter's wind taunting it so,
The snow about it threatening to encase it within its icy grip,
The bud holds on.
Till the sun's warm rays vanish,
The warmth that gave the bud such shelter and strength,
Ripped away from it,
Leaving it with no hope.
The frozen fingers within the snow reach,
Surrounding the new born bud within its tomb,
And with one flick,
It could break within a million frozen pieces that cannot be mended.
I give you this image to depict how easily trust can be born,
And how it can be shattered.
Take care of the trust you have,
And that is given to you.
You may give it to the wrong person,
Who holds your trust within their own icy grip,
Taunting it with mockery,
And letting it slip through their fingers,
Shattering that fragile part of you.
When we trust,
We are making ourselves vulnerable to someone,
It takes a strong and good person to appreciat
RequiemAs we ride into battle,Requiem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder, "Is this our salvation?"
Charging into the fray,
"Is this my last day?"
Slaughtered like so many cattle
Is this our damnation?
One rattling, shuddering breath
Before that merciful death.
"Spirit cleansed and virtue reborn."
Comforting words for those who mourn.
Lies told, solemn oaths sworn
"Damned be those who scorn."
Let us end this devilish enterprise
That which has stolen so many lives
In the name of land and resources
And these pitiful, imaginary political discourses.
Let us be able to say
That the hell called war;
That it is no more,
It ends this day!
CompassionIt does not do to hurt one another,Compassion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For one is to all a brother.
Pain is an isolation
From all human relation.
To each other, we are all bound;
Through each other, our identities found.
No lone man may be whole,
For loneliness withers the soul.
Compassion so desperately needed
(By kindness it is seeded.)
No regard for violence
Complete and utter silence!
In the place of global outcry,
A great, resigned, societal sigh!
Where did our care go?
Did we forget, we reap what we sow?
There's some strange illusion of separation,
Perpetuated by each and every nation.
(When did compassion come into conflation
With this ridiculous conflagration?)
It brings to one a sense of elation
This wonderful sensation
This exuberant feeling, that of
Helping and healing those you love.
...Why did we ever let it fade away?
All the Little AngelsThe sun seemed to flickerAll the Little Angels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the moon seemed to dim
Leaving the darkness to thicken.
Tears formed a river
That reflected no stars
While the red apple went uneaten.
But through the shroud
That blankets the sodden earth
All the little angels started to dance.
Hide YourselfDon't let the light touchHide Yourself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your opened eyes
Sightless, there's never been such
Vibrant, open skies.
There's no one around.
You don't have to hide,
You won't be found.
In me you may confide.
Pull off that horrid mask
Imposed by our empty society
(It's an arduous, painful task;
Not often performed in sobriety.)
Let shine that inner fire
Of your whole being entire
Let yourself be truly known
(You might find you're not so alone.)
Break the chains of expectation,
Rise above your assigned station.
Free yourself from isolation.
Become your own creation.
Why hide yourself?
pressure.she was cracked in places only she could feel, and where the blood could only be tasted, and not seen.pressure.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her lips, fingertips and inside her chest. she learned that there are certain body parts prone to being cut or bruised, and her white laced knees could attest to that. but there comes a time when cutting your leg on the coffee table or pinching your stomach with your belt buckle, isn't an accident anymore. its something more, and you know it is. but you can go so long without ever admitting it to yourself, and even longer for anyone else.
Wait for me.I’ll be home before you know it!!Wait for me.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wait for me.
It’s been two years, and I’m still waiting. We were so young when we said goodbye, weren’t we? It was just this same October day, but it was raining. It isn’t today.
We were sharing my umbrella outside the terminal, so close I could feel your breath against my cheek when you looked down and smiled.
-I am going to miss you so bad.
I said it with a grin, it was a promise and a joke – all rolled into one fateful sentence.
-You’re so daft.
I laughed against your chest.
-I know, right?
I could feel your breath huff out of your chest, my arms wrapped loosely around you, your arms pressing my shoulders to you. It was harder than you let on, saying goodbye – wasn’t it?
-I’m not pulling away first.
You muttered it into my hair and I released my arms, pushing against your chest. Hold on, girl. What are you doing?!
into the deepAudio version over thisaway.into the deep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the world will crumble, darling, but we will watch the stars--
watch the coasts curl up at the edges and the foam-slick sea drag them under
and history will bloom in brass and copper nebulas,
untainted by the tortured earth and its pleading
flecks of ash below.
but we will watch the stars
watch the galaxy unwind, spirals stringing out
the taste of ozone and plasticities.
the heaving sea will recede--the glaciers
pour their hearts out
the dunes rise up to the sated horizon.
will watch the stars.
and the hungering infernos hold no sympathy.
Ink My HeartInk my heartInk My Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the names
Who loved me.
Tattoo my veins
With the words
Who left me.
Brand my soul
With the blood
Who forgot me.
Until I'm covered
In the ink
Of days past.
Lasting Impressions.It crossed my mindLasting Impressions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lingered there
Like footprints in concrete
It invaded my heart
Made it home
Like a bird nesting
It lifted my soul
On waxen wings
I flew too close
Now I ask myself
My eyes closed
Was it worth it?
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, herHer.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
5:173:305:173 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A perfectly respectable time.
Not like 5:17.
No one waits for 5:17.
the time should not exist at all.
even ten-minute increments:
Those are perfectly respectable times
Those times are when the body
attached to mine
when it looks at me on its wrist.
It doesn't have a use for 5:17.
It despises 5:17
because that is when it either
accuses me of moving too fast
or of moving too slow.
I am perfectly dependable
(so long as it remembers to change me
once in autumn
once in spring).
Perhaps I will try, just once:
to switch my time to one more welcomed
when it looks at my face.
It will stop this...
With my obese, old-fashioned cousin
on the opposite wall,
I am worth the effort
of raising its wrist.
Eternally ThereI know I'm dreamingEternally There1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dream of a dream of a dream
that nobody told me would
seemingly never end.
Galaxies float on the void
of the spaces between suns
spiraling through vacuum air
that's never been there.
Time is an echo of reflection
that sees back to seas of
airing the endless night
with dreams on the meadows.
Remorse is driving the ship to the planets
of Jupiter and Mars,
where kings live and war
in sync with the worlds
no one could imagine
the dreams that can dream
waking or sleeping.
Vicious booms blast over past,
left wanting utopia forgoings -
knowing the screamer, the dreamer
with the eyes of
the skies over the seas aquamarine
looking glass sheen of the
lust and desire
It grabbed me completely,
completing the melody
of winds howling mercy
on the green tide
left inside a dream
calling Azrael down from the mountain top
stooping atop a peak,
peeking a sneak at the ordinary man.
Midnights of summer and
starlights of love
shine blackly and bri
R.I.P R.I.PR.I.P2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Rest in peace"
Or at least,
what we all think it means.
How may I rest, six feet under;
in a tomb?
Alone and cold, in soiled womb?
They said, after death,
"You have nothing to worry."
"Reside in purgatory"
Why bury me in damp grave?
So far away from heavens gates?
I feel the warmth, know it well.
Another half inch, I'd burn in hell.
But in this shell, lifeless; sedated.
Ironic you wanted me cremated.
Is this wrong? Or is this right?
jokes on me I guess that's life.
At least for some,
"Reveal in Paradise"
AlluringThe corridors were illuminated by burning jewels;Alluring3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rubies redder than apples reflected an irresistible light.
Imprinted upon the barriers were streaks of charcoal.
And I was utterly mesmerized.
At the end of the passageway, there was a stone box.
The crevices seemed to glisten dimly, making my eyes dilate.
Skimming my ear canal, a sonorous tune echoed.
Was I drunk on imagination?
For several years, I felt nothing but bewilderment.
Questions lingered o'er my head like dream catchers.
The world around me was submerged in logic,
But I had no desire to live there.
Now, it was as if I was pushed into a distinct realm.
With quivering fingers, I raised the ancient lid.
My spirit continued to slip into a state of astonishment.
Beautiful pieces of history all bundled into one crate.
Who couldn't be in awe?
Blades of metal and victory, fabrics of silk and majesty,
Orchid colored crests of silver and prestige.
Objects of the deepest regard revealing itself to me.
Finally, my endless craving for in
I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart outI'm sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And threw it to the ground
That laughed at me
I reached out
To touch you
And you shattered
I know why too
It's because you were
And you thought that
If you accepted
Then everything would crash
But as it turns out
You were wrong
Because when I reached out
And you rejected me
All on your own
I pick up
Now I'll have to
Buy a new mirror
FrozenShe turned the bird to its side. She watched its guts spill out its stomach. She watched how they shimmered in a river of red dye. Her eyes widened at the sight, at all the little shapes blistering in the sun. They looked like diamonds, diamonds once twisted in the formation of the living, once composed within the limits of a bird.Frozen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She couldn't turn away – she wouldn't turn away – she let the image sweep through her. It was a broom cleaning up the webs, cleaning up all the spiders that threaded her previous visions: those airy definitions, falsehoods of death. There, finally, she could feel it, an electrical current, a jolting of knowing... In her hand one who lived, and now was fixed, forever frozen in the river of itself.
BlackbirdA black winged bird sat atop a roof,Blackbird4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nonchalantly humming its caws and coos.
For there on the street down yonder it peered,
At the coming of jeers; the walking of fear.
It saluted its foe and hopped to and fro,
Unaware that behind the mask was a heart of gold.
But the blood stained cheeks and pale white hands
Reached out for the bird, thus it succumbed to their demands.
Feathers flew in the wind from the night time air,
A whirlwind of darkness only the night could compare;
The bird found a place where it could perch and respite,
On the shoulder of a corpse oh, what a delight!
A chuckle from a mouth that the heavens forbade,
Gave room for the next few words that were said:
"Blackbird, blackbird! Why have you come?
In this unruly hour the night will be undone!
The children on the street are marching one by one,
To innocent to know that a nightmare has begun."
He clasped his hands when he finished his speech,
His shoulders were shaking in delicious relief
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
Wealth in HopeShall I hide the truth that I am lowly?Wealth in Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or embrace this world with my dignity?
I am dripping in an awful, vile state
Vying wryly for wishes that abate
I prithee, help me ease these painful blights
Yet no hands would hold me on frightful nights
Birds of living spit me loathsome arrows
Mad mobs abrade me empty tomorrows
Where knowledge of possibility lives
I fear not for I know what wisdom gives
I'm clad in faith of a more beautiful day
This snow cold sorrow will somehow decay
It is in hope that I'm adorned with riches
Pure wealth that will conjure our burned bridges
BeautyPerhaps we got beauty all wrongBeauty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe it's the falling instead of standing
Maybe it's the crying instead of laughing
Maybe it's the frowning instead of smiling
Maybe it's the dying instead of living
Maybe it's the people not me
Maybe it's the emptiness not the sea
Maybe it's the mind not the heart
Maybe it's not the pieces of the pictures together
Maybe it's when the picture is torn apart
the consequences of walking in circlesThe lady wore black and her eyes shone gold,the consequences of walking in circles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
veiled face and veiled intentions, a smile
in her right hand, a dagger in her left.
Slicing with either in confident stride
like the sea-breeze slices across the morning air
and the ocean of her heart bled,
beckoning with wave after wave of depths untold.
When first I gazed upon lascivious lips, I pined
for the days of old, I dreamed of songbirds.
I spoke in languages forgotten. (or maybe never learned.)
I learned quickly the dark plays tricks on the mind.
She spoke, her voice was a shadow on the night's breeze
carried away on a landslide of eluvium. Her teeth were sharp,
and strangely intoxicating. Her scent, like gentlest whispers,
spoke to me of nurture and reminded me of death.
Her pupils were impossibly large. She smiled,
and I felt my will unfold like petals and fall away like leaves.
She stripped me of my outer bark, it fell away in clods of excuses.
I was adrift in an illusion of confusion. And her final wispy words
still echo in wha