just illusionSemi-sweet dances of the ethereal
mixed with the magic of ministry
and the silhouette of a dream
once seen, once found.
I walked along the foggy boardwalk
of my imagination,
danced with the past in expectation
of a future together.
We lived that night, that morning
in ways we wanted to forever,
meanings and messages around us,
living, breathing, pulsing within.
The careful obstructions remind us
why we came here in the first place,
who we arrived with and why,
and when we're scheduled to leave.
The mist is clearing, messages too,
and clarity appears like a rainbow,
a concrete sentence of truth
in a sky often filled with clouds.
The dance never ends,
nor the walk through the fog,
but together we know,
the illusion is just.
the tormentThe hope for more than friendship,the torment2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the sideways sometimes wish,
the dream so reoccurring
for maybe just one kiss.
We have a more-than-something,
I know it must be true,
but when I try to find it,
it's lost inside of you.
The mass of thoughts I fight with,
confusion's greatest friend,
I want what's best for someone,
but hearts they do offend.
So am I just a dreamer,
a nuisance and a jerk?
Or am I causing troubles,
Unwittingly some hurt?
I know I should just realize
this friendship is enough,
but that won't stop the torment
of unrequited love.
A Lonely CorrespondenceI write these letters to a friend,A Lonely Correspondence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To whom I know I'll never send.
They number now at twenty-four
And blanket nearly half my floor.
Some are crumpled, others straight;
Filled with words I never say.
Each begin with a salutation,
Neatly masking desperation.
Then a verbose apology
As to why you've not seen me,
Followed by a silent cry
for someone that I can confide
And ending with a single tear,
To have that someone always near.
Signed, "Sincerely" and my name,
Then thrown away and written again.
A Lifetime AgoOnce…A Lifetime Ago2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once was happy
I once was happy with myself
I once was happy with you
I once was happy with this world
I once was happy in my life
I met you and everything changed
I met you, and soon I couldn’t be without you
I met you, and I fell straight into the deep end
I met you, and I fell in love
I met you, and you didn’t feel the same
I felt joy
I felt happiness
I felt pleasure
I felt bliss
I felt love
I feel sick.
I feel depressed
I feel regret
I feel empty
I feel broken
But never angry…
I could never be angry at you
I could never be annoyed with you
I could never despise you
I could never want you dead
I could never not love you
I blamed myself…
I once begged a god I didn’t believe in to let me die
I once allowed a man I barely knew to break my heart
I once dreamed that I could never love someone as much as I did you
I once tore my heart from my chest in an effort to be rid of you
I once contemplate
To Be a TreeWords stream from the pages of my screen,To Be a Tree4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Swirling and racing throughout my mind.
Never will you be able to find
Thoughts such as these that are so pristine.
I hear the words, the words of the wind,
Tousling softly my autumn locks.
Birds they come to me in flocks
And seek the support of steady limbs.
A bird teaches me kindness and grace,
So I stretch out my limbs into the sky
To shelter all those who cannot fly,
To care for the weak and those misplaced.
In return I teach the bird.
She showed me love so I hold her tight
To keep her from flying into the night.
Some paths are better not ventured.
But each bird must soon fly away,
It is in their nature to leave the nest.
Each one of them will attest
That to their nature, they can't betray.
Each time they leave I'm shaken up,
My limbs retreat just to extend
To let the next free bird in,
To have another try at love.
I am a tree, she is the bird,
My roots planted firmly in the ground
While brilliant wings fly all around
My mind because of sim
ForgottenMy heart like shattered glass lies broken,Forgotten2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The fragments pierce my lung,
I grasp for words unspoken,
for feelings left unsung,
my skin it feels so cold,
why don’t I feel the pain?,
my bones they feel so old,
the steel against my vein,
perhaps in crimson tides,
will you remember my name
A YearAutumnA Year3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops hit the windows
A child is slipping on the wet leaves
But we are save inside
Me in your arms.
You whispered nothing could happen to me
Nothing could hurt me as long as you're with me
You promised you'd always protect me
While you kissed away a tear.
Snowflakes rest in your hair
The reflected light sparkles in your eyes
As we walk around the frozen lake
Hand in hand.
You whispered something happened
Something that'd change a lot
You promised it wasn't my fault
While you strictly avoided to look in my tear-filled eyes.
The earth fills with colors
The sun warms the air
While my world stays grey and cold
My soul remains black and frozen
Something happened to me
I'm hurt now you're gone
You lied to me
You didn't save me
People full of joy and passion
As the sunlight shines through my windows
While I'm completely lost.
You brought me to hell
I know that now
It was my fault
I see that now.
As I hold my arm into the sunlight
The blood sparkles
Just like th
Poem: The Maiden of FlameFire, fire, burning desirePoem: The Maiden of Flame2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stimula surges through all
Burn, burn, burn the way down
Feel the warmth across the bore
Here she is....
Right there, see? She came from across the sea, they say. You don't see her? She rests inside the carriage, where no horse no bull tugs at the reigns. It pulls itself with dark oak and white wood. Drapes of red cover over the rest, the carriage hidden from the best.
When the winds grow warm
Be wary of her form
For she has come from the lands before
With a will, that will enslave us all
Where is she?...
Hidden under the drapes, don't you see? Hidden in the wood, in the shell of oak. The magi rests within from sight, not even I can see her light.
What is she, you say? Some say she could be a witch, they say. Others say she is just a trickster, from the bay. Others think that she is one of just play... But I know better: she is goddess of flame.
Wheels stop turning
Flames start burning
The hour comes near
Soon, comes the seer.
What does she do?...
When the ti
A Broken SoulA Broken SoulA Broken Soul4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One more broken soul
Laying shattered on the floor
Inside cut by cruel words.
Outside cut by the sweet blade.
A dream of a save world
In which can save me.
Reality hits me now and then
Because you can’t.
You would have to search
For every piece of my broken soul.
I can’t make you do that
All those shards could cut you
But we can’t both bleed.
What shall I do?
Wait until you can save me?
Save me and my soul?
I had that I can only deny this love to you
Because this love destroyed me
You broke me, you are the only one who can fix me.
Unbreakable GlassI'm trapped behind unbreakable glass.Unbreakable Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to reach out to the others just beyond who see me too,
But to no avail.
I get used to it;
I sit and keep myself occupied, enjoying my own company.
But after a while, I feel my heart fading from my chest.
And when all of the people who before stayed and watched me with concern
Begin to drift away like an early morning fog,
I finally realize that being trapped behind this glass is slowly killing me.
I pound and kick and scream, desperate to get someone's attention
So they can try to get me out.
But no one is there anymore...
I am alone.
With tears stinging at my eyes, and blood dripping from my bleeding knuckles,
I finally realize something that I should have realized as soon as I was trapped.
I had brought myself to suffer this fate.
And no one could help me now.
I was the only one who could do it.
And I had to do it quick,
Or I would lose more than those people who had once cared for me.
My heart would eventually fade completely,
And I would
We Are All InsaneWhat ifWe Are All Insane1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are all
I Have A Secret.I have a secret.I Have A Secret.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I try to tell you,
it comes out without a voice traveling behind
the tongue flicks and lip twitches.
The words linger in the air,
without a sound
to announce their presence.
I want to tell you.
Truly, I want to tell you everything.
But I know,
your feelings would change.
You would gawk,
stare at me as if I was a stranger.
That friendly twinkle in your eyes would fade;
walls would be placed and pronounced by a delicate glaze.
My meeting with you,
would become almost impossible
for your schedule changes.
You become busy
with other things.
feeding off my secret
as you retell it to all.
No longer will anyone
view me the same,
They will dance around me
with delicate masks
and gloved hands.
Hoping to hide
Their true feelings about me
not to catch
what I have.
Then there would be the questions,
after all the chaos.
The ones in which you would ask
that would carve a hole in my anatomy
infecting it with t
Dark Man, Light HeartFrom the Skin,Dark Man, Light Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Comes the Roots;
To the left,
To the right,
Beasts hunt night.
Black strings glow,
Bright, bud gold.
Holds the orb;
Bright as Sun.
Both live on;
Black and Gold,
On the back,
Is the trunk;
Thick, black bark,
Full of luck.
From the hip,
To the chest.
In real truth,
Is true bare.
For good care,
For the pearl.
rusty mirrorsthe decay of champagne on your breath tastesrusty mirrors1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like salt and fire, a fever dancing to the rhythm of
broken glass. you and i are ghosts haunting ruins
in a poisoned ocean -- composed of marble, smoke
and steel, we are prisoners in this concrete universe.
Love is...That dusty, old board game on the highest shelf -Love is...6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Impossible to reach until we are tall enough.
Or perhaps, until a step stool is used? (Alas, however, that is blind ambition!)
But once we are tall enough, and we grasp it,
We find that some parts are broken,
Some parts are missing,
And the instructions are nowhere to be found!
We still play the game.
Stripped Stone of the Dancing MoonWhen the horns bellow for the call of usStripped Stone of the Dancing Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hurry for, as it is, the bust
Her face, in truth, is safe and sound
Her beauty is great, no need for mound
Don't scurry for the sound of comfort
For their is none from the calls of port
When in need, the hours strive twelve
No need for the moon to seep well
The night glitters with utter delight
Be wary of the many forms of light
Her statue is broken, limbs and head
Limbs overgrown, head resting in the bed
Clovers grow across the ground
Limbs exit around to seemingly give bound
Torn legs and arms reach for the stripped
The head rests underneath, with bliss
When moonlight glitters, when the shape turns
From new to full, the limbs go to burn
The fingers, toes, legs, and arms...
They twist and turn to the lights of charms
The body twists from the stand it stands
Swirling and twirling to the light in dance
The head's eyes are closed, resting underneath
But when the horns bellow, watch out for the breathe
The head opens to face all seen
MeI am meMe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And only such
I will not let things pass
Just because it is recommended
I will not be shaped by others
Who are shrouded by corruption
I will not accept lies
Spun between acid tongues
I will not cover up
Nor will I announce to the world
I will not harm others
Even if the crowd longs for blood
I will not lose everything
Through a leap of faith
To give it away
At a dying hope
I will not love for tedious things
Such as warmth, or stature
I will not loathe to fit in
No matter how many oppose
I will be defiant
I will speak the truth
I will comfort
I will stand strong
I will live
I will persist
I will rise up
I will aid
I will love honestly
I will laugh a truthful laugh
And I will be myself
I expect us all to be so
TearlessAnd now, and now,Tearless2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the wind dies down,
And the tears can be found
Where they lived without sound,
In the silence of grave and ground:
Let your heart pound,
Go beyond the brief bounds
That separate then from now.
You were tearless so long,
You knew it was wrong
To withhold what you felt,
To let yourself melt
In the cold arms of hatred
That waited and waited
For a chance to take revenge.
Do you feel yourself singed
By a promise unhinged?
The anger within you
Will surely amend you,
Will change you into
Something you won't like.
If you don't want to die,
I suggest you try
To keep it from killing your mind.
They ignore your voice,
It's just their choice,
Let them go their ways
And find your own rays
Of light, and living,
And the things they're not giving,
Of which is foremost: love.
You can still fly, my darling dove.
So don't be tearless,
You don't have to be fearless,
Just let the tears fall--
You're no lifeless doll.
You can cry if you feel sad,
You can cry if you feel bad,
Sweet dreams...???"Father?Sweet dreams...???2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.
Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...
" Wake up, my love.
Daddy is here."
Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.
"Why are you laughing? "
"Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!"
"I am happy as well. "
He lifts her up.
Holds her closer than he has ever done.
"Look my dear.
the sky is all clear now..."
Now we can do all those stuff you planned.
"Now we can go to the movies together.
Now we can walk in the park, while i hold you close.
Now we could go bike riding together
we could even make something together for your mother.
be still, my hearti.be still, my heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stark colors to
float into sky
with glints of
in china blue
crawled out of sea
still- across breath
of shallow end.
carefully in the air
breathing empty water.
to open air
slid the bushes
under the trees
closed in pale flowers
left prints in soft soil
where more sunshine fell
from sky (strange as sea)
Listening For InspirationTaste the breath of timid wordsListening For Inspiration3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
arising from my speech.
Dripping through my lips,
unfurling sails of poetry.
Catching wind of empty waves,
the words fall one by one.
They stoop the gentle break of day
and melt through river's run.
Curl beneath the shaded trees
and hide in hollowed rocks.
They topple through the spider's weave
and splash through bursting drops.
Sit behind the sunset
and before the rising skies,
dipping palms in Bluejay's songs
while frosting tearful eyes.
Complimenting purple streaks
across the orange noon.
Their silhouetting shadows casting
freckles for the moon.
Passing secret whispers
through the cursive of my pen,
these sleeping inspirations wait
to see the sun again.
Fear of the planetHe lives behind drawn curtains, losing his mind between a locked doorFear of the planet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and barred windows, he hasn’t seen the sun in years, hoping – wishing –
praying that the world has somehow stopped spinning in circles,
that the nuclear warheads he is sure are screaming beneath the floor boards
have rotted away, that they aren’t going to de-de-detonate
and he bites his nails down to red stubs, hoping – wishing-
praying that he won’t scratch off his skin convinced a monster
lurks between the pages of paper skin, that the drone of the pylons has
been unplugged so that he can close his eyes without seeing
burning metal melting through the walls
and he has blunted every knife, taped every door shut, disconnected the telephone
hoping – wishing – praying that the world outside is dead, that he is dead
that he can just stop thinking;
that he can stop seeing floods cascade from the sink, towering flames from the hob,
lightning arching from the satellite dish t
The lost one's weepingListening attentively to the burnt out soundsThe lost one's weeping2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rusted wrists don’t know how to do anything
Other than to harm
Crack open the loaded guns
Clench a cigarette between breaths
I’d come to realize lungs are suffocating
So I cut them out with dandelion limbs
And tore out my eyes to avert my gaze
Aching for salvation I was greeted by empty pews
And broken hymn books scattered among the graves
Lost lamb prodigal son, there is no home to return to
Only ruins and car crash features lay
Where tombstones used to stand
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my anklesFront page...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.
Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
Writers' Workshop: FOUND POETRY!Welcome to the first workshop of 2015! *confetti*Writers' Workshop: FOUND POETRY!6 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
Hi, I'm PinkyMcCoversong. You can call me Emily. I write all kinds of poetry, but one of my favorite styles is found poetry. So, for the next few weeks, I'll be guiding you through the world of found poetry. Using found poetry techniques is not only one of my favorite ways to write, but it's also a way to give yourself a creative kick in the butt when you're having a hard time revving those engines.
This workshop might be a bit different from previous workshops because 1. there's a LOT to be had in found poetry and I want to give you a taste of a few different methods and 2. I'm hoping that each participant can send us three to six different pieces based on three different featured methods, which I'll describe below.
Erasure How-To is now up!