Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 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
Ode to Freaky FredThe Story of a BarberOde to Freaky Fred7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Good evening creatures with intellect sharper
This is a story of a barber
Not a butcher, baker or sharecropper
But a man perhaps a little naaauuughty
He is tall, skinny and wears a suit of green
In stature people say he is lean
His face ever happy, he is never mean
Only occasionally is he naaauuughty
His name you may already know
For many of you have seen the show
But for those who havent, thisll only take a mo,
His name is Fred
Fred likes to shave, in fact he does crave
The need to shear and never save
Hair for him is a way to pave
A path leading him to be a little naaauuughty
Animal or person it doesnt matter
Hair on the previous or the later
Hell cut and groom, itll never shatter
Hell always be somewhat naaauuughty
The story we know and love the most
He traveled by bus from coast to coast
To the middle of Nowhere like a ghost
Telling us how he was naaauuughty
Arrived he did with a wonderfu
NovemberNovember2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a rainy day
You near me, gave me warmth
Time was so slow and gray
Surrounded by the muddy floor
I tried to smile, my denial
And whenever I think back
Today seems to cloud over
My heart fell through the cracks
And it still feels like November
Playing back that rainy track
The warmth I use to feel
Has faded from my side
Daydreaming now it seems more real
Closing my eyes I hold myself tight
And through changing of time
I don't know if I'm dead or alive
As move slowly, can't seem to hide
When I think of that November night
As I retrace my steps
I look what I have made
The memories I had trampled
As I ran away
Denial goes only so far
And smiling becomes too hard
Back where it all started
Under that lonely bridge
Where we last parted
With our last November kiss
Once Upon an Autumn NightOnce Upon an Autumn Night2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a place far, far away and upon an autumn night
In the dark and dread, hidden from sight
In sinister shadows, in grave sin,
Lurked a monster, one of his kin
Dreadful he was, and daunting, and gaunt,
Residing in a place he could easily haunt
In an old abbey, abandoned and dark
The monster could freely leave his mark
He reigned in silence, listening in his home
To the sounds that would scarcely come
And once they would, he'd glide from curtain
Away from shadows, for he'd know for certain,
That another one had been drawn to him
And he could live in the shadows of autumn, in sin.
Just Maybe a Song PoemJust Maybe a Song Poem.Just Maybe a Song Poem3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Now all that's left are pictures in my head.
I can never say my feelings were misled.
My pencil was once filled with love has been replaced by lead.
I thought with my heart and loved with my head,
I tried to shelter you from all the tears that you shed.
I let her escape and let it all fall apart instead
Off giving her the kiss of life, reviving us from the dead.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Unravelled from the web, what lies I have spun.
Commitment shy perhaps, I was always on the run.
She has taken my breath away, its like I've lost a lung.
I never meant to fall; but somehow I was stunned.
Cupid has updated his artillery; the arrow has been replaced with a gun.
She has my only receipt its no longer possible to refund.
My bed was once made for many but my heart always was made for one.
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Now all that's left are pictu
Ten Minutes From HomeTen Minutes From Home10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The scent and warmth of his body was still clinging to her as she wearily climbed into her car, her confessional, her only friend to whom she spills all of her thoughts and secrets. She did not want to leave. Not because of the fact that she loved spending time with her boyfriend, but because he protected her. He kept her safe without even knowing what he was doing. She did not want to go home to the one who does not care, the one who uses her. She could not stay though. If she is much later he would show no mercy.
The drive home could not last long enough. She could not play her music loud enough. Time could not stand still. She wanted to turn around and flee in the opposite direction. She wanted to fly away from this mess. The last moment of her freedom came as she turned onto her street. Dread filled her body. She was no longer scared. Fear was something that she conquered long ago. But the dread and knowledge of the physical and mental pain to come engulfed her. She still hurt from
I am God and So are YouI am GodI am God and So are You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And So are You
Any voice in your head is not You
There is the voice that thinks about the past and future
And there is a voice that thinks about the present
Every emotion speaks with a tone of its own
You are silent. You do not speak with words,
You speak with the radiating warmth of love.
The voices in your head make up your ego
You are not your ego.
You veil your true self behind attachments
But as each one is stripped away
One by one
Layer by layer
Until your ego itself remains.
You must leave behind your name,
But it is not painful,
It is like removing layers of clothing
Until You are naked in Your true beauty
Free of even your body,
This is where You hide.
Where the world hides
Where the God inside each one of us hides
Hidden by your attachment to existence
You are the universe itself
Born into your parents chains,
But You are God
You can break any chain
You created the chain in the first place
So break it
A Slow Drive through YosemiteA Slow Drive through Yosemite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up out of a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted to paint
like you, or the likeness of you,
but I couldn't bear to be you, and
I could never hold down a mixed drink,
much less paint trees with tips like paintbrushes
while sipping in the passenger seat.
Your Suicide LetterAll the doctors and all the pillsYour Suicide Letter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just can't cure how it feels
To be broken up so deep inside
That you swear you've already died.
Therapy is just a waste,
It puts your thoughts in a different place.
The promises that have all been said
Are just made up and in your head.
The crying is worthless, the hoping and dreaming.
Because nothing makes sense when your blood is screaming.
The sharp objects, they call to you,
"Make some cuts that are brand new."
The laughter means nothing on the outside,
Because it's from the times you've lied.
This story, however, is the truth; You're too tired to lie.
So tonight you guess this poem is your way to say goodbye.
The Weight of the SunI miss you more than my beating heartThe Weight of the Sun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like my arms around you, it was torn part
And I lost the ability to love once more
I need to piece myself together again
But what's the point? If I'll come undone
Again, inconsolable, under the weight of the sun
That's how I feel without you
How I've felt every day, every moment
I've wanted to say "I love you"
For the longest time, before you left
And as I wipe the tears away
I can`t help but become undone
I`m still bleeding, still hurting
I`m still beating, this heart beat every fleeing
I`ve screwed up too many times to count
Too many times, I`ve got too many doubts
I`m broken beyond belief
Trying to find the light of relief
But it's always fading away
I`m still searching to this very day
Into the dark void of emptiness I reside
And in this pain somehow I still decide
To keep waiting for that special one
Who`ll share with me the weight of the sun
Have You Ever..?Have you ever seen your parents cry?Have You Ever..?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever seen the person you look up to fall?
Have you ever seen something you never expected?
Have you ever seen someone lose themselves to their emotions?
Have you ever seen a person die?
Have you, because I have not.
Have you ever thought about your parents crying?
Have you ever thought about what would make them cry?
Have you ever thought about what could hurt them so much?
Have you ever thought about what their tears would mean?
Have you, because I have.
Have you ever thought about being heart broken?
Have you ever thought about being a heart breaker?
Have you ever thought about being hurt?
Have you ever thought about being a hero?
Have you ever thought about being a villain?
Have you, because I have.
Have you ever thought getting hurt was the only way to open up?
Have you ever thought letting go was a good thing?
Have you ever thought going berserk would help you?
Have you ever thought hurting others is the only way to save yourself?
No one would suspectThat behind the mask I'm cryingNo one would suspect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But on the outside I'm trying
To pretend that I'm alright
As I'm battling this fight
I dress in long sleeves and jeans
I hide my scars so they can't be seen
No one would suspect
That inside I'm so wrecked
That I feel so empty
'Cause no one's by my side
'Cause I've been a jerk and lied
Just trying to protect myself and hide
So many nights I've cried myself to sleep
Hurting myself wishing the cuts were more deep
How I'm aching inside and out
That I'm filled with so much doubt
That I've hated myself for all these years
That behind the smile I hold back the tears
That in the end I know I've become so weak
That if I told you the truth, you'd think I'm a freak
That I feel like everything's all my fault
That I wish my heart would come to a halt
That I was dead a long time ago
That I'm ready to be sent down below
I Take It SlowThis feeling of life passing me is backI Take It Slow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Makes me feel like I'm on the wrong track.
Everyone has a life they are living
Makes me think: is it worth all the giving?
Am I the one who has to fade away?
Giving myself is a price I must pay.
Destined to be a living sacrifice
Wandering between the naughty and the nice.
No big moment stands out from the past year
Neither moments of joy, anger or fear.
Rather the moments that I think are sweet
Feeling the sea sand covering my feet.
Others rush their lives, but I take it slow
Making memories, leaving a warm glow.
I don't follow the footsteps of a fail
Instead I make my own and leave a trail.
Those grey skies don't mirror what I'm feeling
My face is blank but my heart is smiling.
The Long RoadWalking in a cloud of dust,The Long Road3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dirt creeps into my lungs
My vision I can no longer trust
And I hear only the wind's lonely song,
Thinking back to the path I chose
Long ago, before the storm had begun.
The Long Road of life,
With all its illusionary turns,
Leads only one way;
In which the ink has already dried
On parchment that will crumble away.
Though there is one out,
The death-march written in stone;
The path of glory, the fabled route,
Without a map,
Leads straight into the heart of scrutiny
A Walk into a future teeming in uncertainty,
Where I wish to go,
Where I'll probably fail,
Joining that dust
Made from the crumbled pages
Of those who failed the crucible.
ReasonReason3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sunlight is shining on the top of my head,
should I stay or leave the warmth of my bed?
Drinking beer while birds sing in the rain,
what the hell lets drown the pain.
Eat pills or cut my throat with a sharpened knife,
does it really matter when all I want is to end my life?
Even though I stumble through the darkness at night,
I keep my head up high and my eyes straight at the light.
When I see your face my heart starts to beat,
but I have to stay cool in case I overheat.
All the joy and love that you share and give,
I've finally found a reason to live.
Hidden DolorBite down on yourHidden Dolor2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Never shed a tear.
Instead, let it
Burning deep within.
Trap it Deep, Deep
Within your hear
Memories...Memories...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes I still dream of you
You made my dreams come true
And though we've been apart for like forever
I still imagine us together
I wonder if I'll ever stop loving you
And I'll feel so blue
While you already moved on
Each day I struggle to stay strong
And when the memory is here
I try to keep my vision clear
For I know I should forget
Because you did me wrong, just like that
I can't stand feeling this way
Wanting this, but trying to walk away
It's like you're inside my brain
Not causing much but pain
On TimeThe more you think,On Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the less you have.
The more you have,
the less you think.
we don't have time for everything.
AloneI dim the lights,Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And turn on the TV,
Even though I'm not watching I leave it on,
It's the news, seems like another fight,
Why's the world so violent?
I take my time going to sleep,
I close my eyes,
I see someone's face,
I think I recognize her,
But I can't remember her name,
Who is she?
With eyes like that it must be a sign,
But I brush it aside,
Even in my fantasies,
I'm afraid of showing my feelings inside.
What's wrong with me?
My life isn't that bad
What's wrong with me?
I won't accept that I'm sad
I'm not, am I?
Am I? I don't know
The next day, I go to school,
I hear laughter,
Is someone talking to me?
I hear voices after all,
Though I can't make out any of them
Is there something wrong with my hearing?
There must be.
Even thought people are laughing,
I wonder how many are faking it,
How many are wearing masks behind their depression?
I look around and find my group of friends,
Is that the right word to describe them?
Sometimes I wonder
FishermenFishermen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
HurtingHurting on the insideHurting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With everything to hide
Not letting anyone in
My blood running thin
Barely enough to keep me alive
But enough to keep me
Finishing the RaceStarving children reaching out for mommy's hand to holdFinishing the Race3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty little princess crying due to ruined gold
Infants losing breaths and toddlers drenched in broken bones
Lady in a shining gown without her silver throne
Parents fearing for their lives as bullets fight the wind
Teenage girl in tears due to a blemish on her skin
See the people dying with a grin upon their face
Since they saw that winning just meant finishing the race