NymphTranslucent asNymph1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dragonfly wing—
her hair fans
in the water, and
the sun bleeds.
MistakesIf every mistake I ever madeMistakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was a scar on my body
there would be no pure skin.
Every inch would host a jagged line
where my so called 'selfish pride'
managed to get the better of me.
Idiot mistakes of my youth,
and moronic declarations
of what I thought was insignificant.
Mistakes, errors of judgment,
a complete lapse in sense,
that litter my skin with memories of pain.
For a moment
I thought I was important
not someone to be overlooked.
My selfish pride betwixt me
for everything was little
compared to the pride I raised.
A fall to Earth
waking on concrete
no one besides me.
My mistakes are scars
littering my skin
tainting once pure flesh.
Blunders of thoughts,
guilt as endless as the sky,
never ending weight of it.
are meant to be just that
Though they haunt my thoughts everyday
I can't help but hope that one day
they will be scars instead of thoughts
so everyone else will know
they thoughts that haunt me everyday.
AtticI went through the attic todayAttic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy tears
at the memories that have passed.
'Darling, come downstairs!'
I can almost hear your voice shout below.
'Dear! You are never going to believe
the memories that I just unearthed.
Let's look together, and relive the old
and maybe then my tears for memories past
can become tears for something new.'
Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skinSunflower Kisses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.
The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.
Do you want the sun?
Ya, the sun.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.
You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking of that one line.
I like the sun.
Then I'll wrangle the sun,
all for you.
We laid in the suns warmth
of sunflower kisses
and the tickles of wheat instead of grass
and nothing else mattered in the world.
I love you.
I love you too.
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
thenIt came like a slow glass hurricanethen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broke on us
Who Am I?Who Am I?Who Am I?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My feelings are restrained as well as Wild
My ideas are unique as well as common
My beliefs are strong as well as fragile
My struggles are difficult as well as trivial
My life is insignificant as well as Special
Who am I?
I view things from my perspective
I believe that my ideals are best
I ask questions about my surroundings
I worry about the world, my neighbor as well as myself
I dread over the past decisions in my life.
Who am I?
I'm a being who resides in Sol
I'm one of seven billion
I'm as common and as rare as can be
I'm a person with unquestionable beliefs which at any time could falter
I'm liable to believe i'm always right when i could always be wrong
Who am I?
I am me
Who are you?
Happy HolidaysIlluminationHappy Holidays2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
red and green dancing figures
bright lights shimmer proud
Carol singing starts
joyful notes piercing the sky
happy faces show
Snow is falling down
white flakes floating along
landing softly down
children are sleeping soundly
the air is cold and lively
morning joy is here
A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn togetherA Carnival Delight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more snake than human,
a mans torso there but a snake tail.
He watched with unmoving eyes
for where should have been life and love
there was just emptiness inside.
The Ringmaster sings
to the rhythm of the people
cheers and smiles of city and town.
A tip of the hat,
smiles of the crowd.
There's nothing more
than the scent of popcorn
and the laughter of children.
All too soon th
MakeupThe sinks water dribbles outMakeup2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forms a pool where the drain clogged
bubbles spill over the edge soaking the counter.
Scrubbing away the dirt of the day
trying to wipe away the memories of past
yet the makeup won’t come off the skin.
Black rivets dripping down in streams
mascara and eyeliner blurring dark circles
making raccoon circles around the eyes.
Rubbing into skin until vision blurs
the mirror reflects what is to be seen
a lonely girl with makeup that won’t come off.
Red lipstick is smeared on chin
and harsh soap turned pink and grey
the skin is gone turned brittle and dry.
Water balls and doesn’t form
nothing making a dent in the colors
of one decorated face.
Because the tears won’t fall
where they do not belong anyway
and the painted face is too covered to see.
The makeup can’t leave its home
the faded colors leaving stains
while the towel wipes the water away.
And when all is said and done
the makeup remains
and a painted face is just a remnant.
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
May you rest in peaceYou're gone now and away,May you rest in peace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sleeping silently somewhere else
never speaking and always silent.
If we had talked more,
would you still be here
lying next to me in bed?
To bring you back,
I would walk five thousand miles
just like in that song that you love.
But you'll never hear music again
and we'll all be here still
just moving here through life.
And no one gets to see your smile
while your families mourns their loss
and all we have are memories.
To bring you back
I would happily take your place
in the land of the never living.
Because you're being missed,
and no one knows,
what they're going to do without you.
Sleeping silent mourning
the sun never seen again
landscape paintinglandscape paintinglandscape painting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the near distance
holding the world together
by leaning heavily on their shovels
and lifting their spirits to a bluer sky
than might have been without their help
The road seems frozen in the past
never reaching the distant hills
in Asphodelwe met under the stairs,in Asphodel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the stars made of bone.
you brought a book, there was
coffee in my hair, we shared
a drink. there were children who ran
together in a blur. the moon
was a face i had seen
USSRBefore they made the road 4 lanesUSSR1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was a sense of pressure up the street
a little bit of terrorism
it's all alaska, now
gas stations over graveyards
1000 acre termite damage, tourniquets and
huge mosquitoes filled with blood - concrete
a place extinct of birds
hot in the summer
if you wait
you'll see a car drive by
they're always happy or sad
they're always walking fast and
thinking about themselves
i am thinking about how i might be wrong
why i don't gain weight
sobriety: a funeral
brain-frozen on the moon
becoming dust collected
emptyhearted - porcelain
i go outside, sometimes and
i am miles away
drowning - red blue green
Haiku Ithe birdsong filled herHaiku I2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
empty shell with a blissful
verse of harmony.
one purple flower
swallowed by the azure sea,
now forever alone.
the moon ate the stars,
and carried them far away,
darkening the sky.
a waya waya way1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer believe in romance.
I have lived to Ancient Age, sometimes with and mostly without.
I have lived to drink Ancient Age in liquid but not in spirit.
And I have replaced romance with other, more satisfying,
If there are adventures I cannot do,
then I imagine.
If there are things that I can buy,
If not, then I imagine,
I assemble a life
from real and imaginary things
and I am satisfied.
Never give up while you can think undisturbed.
Lancelot Price 2013 June 28
Ice Cold LipsHer cold lipsIce Cold Lips2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pink in nature
but cold underneath.
There's no life
in those two strips of flesh.
The rest of her is hot,
but her lips are always ice.
Delilah, do you love me?
Of course I do.
Her eyes are just as cold
as her cold dead lips.
Delilah, do you love me?
...yes, I do
Her hands leave hot trails down my back
but her lips leave frost on my skin.
Delilah, do you love me?
and her cold dead lips
touched my own.