Wstep do fikowBył raz Jake, co pozwolił sobie usługiwać,Wstep do fikow4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Eytukaan, co dał ludziom skały wydobywać,
Norm, co się do łóżka z Tsu'teyem położył,
Quaritch, który o Na'vi piękny wiersz ułożył,
Neytiri, co po Seze wcale nie płakała,
Grace, która z poznania wnet zrezygnowała,
Parker, co od unobtanium drzewa wolał,
Ikran, co nie przyleciał, gdy Taron'yu wołał...
A jakże to być może? -Wtedy to jest właśnie,
Gdy fanfik pisze dziewczę, co ma lat trzynaście...
Meg's MotherDelicate flower that never diesMeg's Mother6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not even when the fatal day will come
Because always will live into her sons
The Season of FireGreat masses of leavesThe Season of Fire1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are thrown into flight by wind,
A storm in yellow.
Sparrow's HeartSparrow's Heart8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In twilight, as sun sets on my last year,
A message draws my gaze toward the west:
A girl in black proffers to me a test,
A sweet confession whispered in my ear.
A sparrow's heart is beating in my breast:
To think that love from friendship's seed had grown!
A hand to hold, an eye to catch my own,
Tranquility upon a sea of rest.
The heartbeat pacing in its cage of bone
As if to burst forth to its calling twin
Itself calls out, invites a lover in:
Why let her spend another day alone?
But if her mouth should meet mine in a kiss,
Those hearts might burst, o'erfull with newfound bliss.
BurnAnd the world I saw I see through youBurn4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the lines we crossed
they broke us too
and the twilight skies they burned us down
the world of men just rushed around
the stinging cry within my ears
degraded, broken, left in tears
and there's something to the wants that words cannot reach
and something to the depths that a mind cannot see
I remain in the wind
with the bitter cold sky
on the pavement in the night
when our nights were alive
Screaming with a voice that will never be heard
reaching for the untangible; feeling
and the sky it unfolds
with its colour still the same
TV tuned to a dead channel
the static to blame
Did you really love –
Dancing in the flames
of the utter reality of
loss and bliss that I could not touch
at that time
When it at last pierced my heart;
What it was all supposed to be
And we ran free; at the edge of reality
eternities sweeping through
So mortal they reach immortality
And as it sweeps me up again
A gale force of
The Truth of the SkyThe Truth of the Sky9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stars divide
The blanket of night
With pinholes of light
Piercing through black
But black is untrue
For the sky remains blue
With each night anew
It just becomes dark
And the moon lights the way
For the coming new day
But for now the stars play
Yet remain worlds apart
The truth of the sky
Is that know ones knows why
It stretches so high
And so far
travelersthis silvertongued landtravelers10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is fit for strange adventures
so we will roam as the city
sleeps, and the soft
of the camera shutter will lull the crickets
we will leave our trail
in incandescent flashes--
the negatives seared and crackling on
and drag our hearts on
moonshine wisps behind us--
gathering fog and scents and
strains of music
carried in on night-thin air.
That You Are My HorizonIron-rust, and corrosionThat You Are My Horizon11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
chronicle forgotten years
in the drydock basin, where I lay
in disrepair. A ship
unaware of the ocean, wracked
upon the waves of long ago
and marked with wounds
only salt can heal.
But storms are kind
reminders of the way seawater swells
into knuckles and joints
and trembles beneath the hull
while carrying men to port,
And in the windspray
of one such storm
I tasted just a hint
of salt, of you
and knew, again
something I once thought
before time and reason
took courage from me.
Chasing PathsThe ridden road long lied in woods so deep,Chasing Paths1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where ancient giants, fauns, that bleat in seas
So green, was once seen. Lusting for lost sheep,
The rag runes on their skin, the Wise chant in glee:
Hail! You have reigned on ocean minds so long,
We ride eroded shore of lore that you've drawn.
Hail! You have reigned on!
Hail! You have reigned on
The wisp of dragons, lost within woods so fond.
I listen to their breath, a cup of tea
That bided by the forest garden's law,
I fret though, old poor Edward's broken knee
Will soon heal. When it does, my Nature, so flawed,
Will pulse to oil and steam and break and mend.
He kicks to our eyes bleeding sand, and his hand
Will pulse to oil and
Will pulse, to oil and
Sigh to my blinded light, texts lost in the Lands.
The black clouds pregnant with the coal and smoke,
The woods will clear tonight! And Business Man?
Oh do your hear the shrieks? Fauns corpses poked,
Dissected, Lands of mine in balls and canned.
Hail! You have rained on pavements, and t
driftListen to this aloud here.drift1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes we move like glaciers.
slow sliding continental shift
one particle at a time--
our vantage point unchanged for years
and years will pass with more years behind
and we will remain deceptively still
we carry things with us,
pebbles and twigs we rest on
for years and years--
but we can cast back
explore the ages we contain,
kept safe inside ourselves.
each grain of sand held close
whispering of ages long since returned to dust--
ages we have seen grow and die
ages we carry
we move like glaciers
quiet and assured
and years will pass with more years behind
but when time has grown tired,
we will remain.
we will have tales to tell.
reclaimsubmerged in silent seas among the polyps,reclaim1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
pressure polished--a sparkle like Calypso's shuttle
shines elliptic and elusive in the downs, down where
optics fail and the seafloor ripples catch and sway
in swirling riddles like scattered Coptic stanzas.
snatched from Assyria, gold stolen and cycled
through serial societal transgressions--and once
aerial, contraband clutched in raptor snares
slipped--spilled, among the Urals,
and spinning through the acid and urea
of city sewers, doused in chloride
and the caustic current leading to the sea,
collapsing into Celtic knotwork; enclosed
in sand and calyxed like the season's close,
calcite-consumed, sunken, decayed--
the breakers will always call us homedon't mind my voicethe breakers will always call us home9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the twilight.
i am without shoes,
beneath my wings.
i was the well that fed the lake--
i [saw] your fingers touching the water.
where did you sleep last night?
love and sundry beasts .:commish:.Churchbells ring twice and everywhere--love and sundry beasts .:commish:.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the echoes there are whispers,
sliding quiet along the edges of
logical fallacies. This
is how the world will end:
lovers and lies,
and a sudden
into the deepAudio version over thisaway.into the deep1 year 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.
the song of a roamerAnd darling, I've been gone for a long, long time. Your eyesthe song of a roamer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are still that steely gunpowder blue, but your hair has grown long,
and there's a softer curve to your waist
and freckles on your shoulder I don't remember,
and I think,
What have I missed?
You tell me about the weddings
the divorces. You tell me
about the babies
and the losses, and how last year
your dog died--easy, in his sleep--
and there is a hollow lack in you,
a space reserved for things that won't come back.
Long ago, was there a space like that
When did it collapse--when did it
fold in on itself
under the weight of things that matter more?
I tell you about Cambodia. I paint
the jungles for you, breathe the crushing wet heat
of it into your lungs. I tell you
about the kids in Africa
and how the heat is different there--
belligerent and fierce.
I tell you how much you would have liked Barbados,
and how much you would have hated Rome.
And I remember all the things I
can't tell you--all the things I don't hav
ocean planetsRead aloud here.ocean planets8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and what immortal hand or eye could frame
the cities drowned in sharp, unspoken fears,
and sound the silent depths and dream to tame
their deepest of abyssal teeth. and years
will pass and years will follow down below.
and roaming jaws will take their prey and grin
and fear no cosmic consequence. they know
that blackened waves will hide the darkest sin.
no faith survives these godforsaken seas,
no faith can match the weight of death and space--
the snow of snuffed-out souls feeds this disease:
leaves leper scars on corpses doomed to waste,
and soft, with gentle hands it leads them down
inktrust me enoughink6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let me carve my love into the
quiet slope of your back.
let me feel each bone,
feel your spinal cord humming
beneath my fingertips.
let me feel
The Giantsthe earth is our ship, and we turn throughThe Giants1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
oceans of time
on the mad waves of a
dark cosmic deep, lost in a vast sea
billions of points of light our guides
the ghosts of stars lightyears away that have already died
and been reborn,
swallowed into blackholes
like the skeletal masts of wrecks
and lighthouses torn asunder.
in gravitational tides we are pulled
and seafarers draw strange patterns in the sky -
so that we might cut the universe to size
to stop our minds from drowning.
we forget to look with fear and awe and
we whisper (why)s -
at a world we cannot touch beyond the hull.
they are reborn again.
with minds awake we voyage, dreaming softly
of gods and reincarnations
lost in delusions of afterlifes and
And beyond us in our black ocean
the stars are reborn
the light of millions of ghosts touches us
and fills our sky with sights that rob us
all energy survives and recycles into
we are immortal ghost-watchers
Naiad SisterJoin us now, oh daughter fairNaiad Sister3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With pale skin and winter-hair.
Leave the dead-dry land of feet
And come where the water is cool and deep.
We are grasses to your lily-flower
Forever dancing in shady bowers.
Oh, please join us, water-maid!
Exchange a tail for those shaky legs.
Mortals live for but a day
While we have centuries to have our say.
Join us, sweet sister, in the cool of the deep
Where tendrils and serpents in darkness sleep.
Forsake that lover who toils in dirt
His heart will heal and you'll never be hurt.
For should he travel to the pool so sweet
With waters and currents curious and deep
Let you entice him further on down
He's yours forever if you make him drown.
So join us, oh join us, and be not alone!
There is no anguish in the heart of a stone.
Be smooth and lovely as the water-smoothed rocks
And always be steadfast during life's shocks.
Be with us forever, oh sister so fair
With watery skin and wintery hair.
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.the beauty's in the leaving9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweetheart, let's head out. let's
drink up the desert asphalt and that last bottle
of johnny walker blue--
one last toast to the copper sunsets,
to the good earth. a pair of
tailgate stargazers, you and i:
roaming curves across the glove compartment map, until
every foldline is worn flannel-soft
and it'd rather stay open
let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget
and pick up terra cotta dust--
breathe in the mojave. let's pretend
that the world's already ended
and it's just us.
let's leave the door unlocked
with thanks to frost Now with a reading.with thanks to frost7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
two roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
Winter Wanderlust i.Winter Wanderlust3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last winter you held me
under the light of your
our entwined "I Do's"
floated up to become
lodged in the sky.
Every morning I woke
to a warm cup of Earl Grey
and a passionate kiss
on the counter top,
hoping the marred wood
wouldn't give way beneath me.
I even let you look
over my shoulder
as I poured my soul
onto a piece of paper,
tinged with sepia
A whirlwind of postcards and
That's what you called me.
with verses of
my favorite poets.
to the simple,
lines from the
on St Rose
I taped his poem above
the bathroom mirror. I still remember
the way his face lit up when you
handed him that hundred dollar bill.
He thanked us with his written words.
We never did come home
from our honeymoon, did we?
Whenever you kissed my paper cut
fingers, my spine sang with
A Snowfall CandlelitMy version of winter has always been flawed. It is controlled by the fall of snow and the exact amount of the ground it covers. It never ever covers the tiny little patch in the garden, right near the broken tin roofed shed. I suppose that is why I just like the idea of snow. But I do not love it.A Snowfall Candlelit1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Realisation: I suppose that little corner represents the only part of me that even I cannot love.)
I met a man with candle lit wolf eyes and a strong, warm lion heart, who tells me Sea God stories before disappearing into a cold, cold winter's morning, fog cloaking his very essence.
(Addendum: Sometimes I think of five a.m. coffee, and wonder if your smile didn't hold all of winter's warmth in it, whether I would still be liking the idea of it.)
He lights candles and turns my room into a place of sanctity and prayer often. It makes the love making ironic in a way, I suppose. But nothing he ever does fails to intrigue the very fabric that my cotton soul is made of.
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage