Soundless Screams.And he sank in the sea of plausible words;Soundless Screams.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
only the anchor of mistrust holding him bound.
Holding on, he cursed gods and promised lords,
what'd happen had it been the other way around?
Bitten lips and slumping eyelids haunt his mind;
or what remains after the utter devastation.
Sanity and eternal aberration have entwined
in order to give birth to merciless frustration.
Can Earth be suffocatingly boundless?
If so, then he can be free.
Can screams be loudly soundless?
It seems that his can be.
SeaSea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her love was bone white,
[ but never like diamonds. ]
Truth then became water to
pruning fingers and splitting lips,
while she drowned
in the mouth
of a liar like me.
Hopea little girl stands on the corner ofHope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
5th and main.
her shoes are tattered and torn
from the burden of service.
it's pouring rain, but she has an umbrella
(also quite a bit beat-up).
she looks up at the sky, raindrops splattering
on her face.
she wonders - as she has for a while - if any help will come.
but no, that's silly.
she's already seen too much
to believe in fairy tales.
the little girl searches the clouds a bit more,
then lets go of the umbrella.
the wind is so strong that immediately it's caught up and
just like a balloon.
she sits down
almost as if
that was her very last one.
SometimesSometimesSometimes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at you
And wonder why we talk.
Wonder why we were friends.
What made us click.
You say something
And I wonder why people laugh
Wonder what goes on in your head
What made you say it.
We have a moment
Where we share a secret smile
And I sadly accept
That you've been forgiven
Yellow WallI write on the wallYellow Wall2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to convince myself
all things can fade.
But this is of pencil
and my sorrows are
written in sterner ink.
GhostI fell in love with a ghost,Ghost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She visited me in my dreams,
She stroked my face, smiled a tender smile,
And gazed into my heart with her eyes,
I cannot recall her name,
Because she never told it to me,
She just made me feel happy,
And that seemed enough for her.
I would often wake, with the warmth of her touch
still fresh upon my face,
The memory of her beautiful eyes
still makes my heart skip,
And beat to a rhythm I had not felt in so many years,
I would look forward to sleeping
and to be able to feel her touch again.
The dream was always the same,
I would enter a room, of such
opulent furnishing and beautiful decor,
I was always amazed;
The sun would be shining through,
Casting golden rays of hope upon her,
A woman of such beauty that only dreams are made of,
She would always look up and smile at me,
A happy smile,
A loving smile,
She would stand from her seat,
And in a second, be at my side,
Holding my hand, stroking my face,
She would say such wonderful things to me,
Things that carr
WreckedShadows spit outWrecked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gasoline and shoe paint,
write sermons with their fingertips,
spin gunslinger sympathies and
i don't tell you enough -fair-haired childi don't tell you enough -2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a hesitant touch,
how you've grown.
motherless daughter with
eyes as alive as spring
they could forget what they've seen),
i love you.
the cars you crash into
and the scars that you carry
never keep you from sky-castles
that are far beyond your reach.
you, who vanquishes her head-foes
with the cadence of her rocking
and the rhythm of an ever-anxious heart,
are wiser than you take credit for;
because even though your heart remembers
how lovers become calloused and impatient
with your flighty soul -
you will always return to the heavens.
you will always carve your path
out of the darkest forests.
even with your beaten and clipped wings,
you choose to fly;
keep on, faithful-dreamer.
you're sure to find your dawn.
Life is a desertLife is the driest of deserts,Life is a desert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its sands forever shifting,
Threatening to overwhelm
the aimless wanderer.
The one without a goal.
Some see solace and safety,
In the shade of burning trees,
Awaiting the day when the rain arrives
to wash away the pain.
A day which seldom comes.
Many find safety in pits,
Dug with blistered hands,
The running walls of their respite
endlessly returning to their original
Blistered hands dig endlessly until skin peels from bone.
A brave few risk the sunlight,
Daring to dream they face the perilous desert
and claw their way through the scorching
To finally find what others dare not dream,
The Atlantic Lungs TheoryMy apologies are stretching as wide as the Atlantic ocean because I no longer want to breath out regret.The Atlantic Lungs Theory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the devil has taught me that my sorries will constantly be synthetic like my emotions.
So I cheated on my happiness with melancholia because my respiration has no gravity in this universe.
I can't be alive to tell you I actually mean it, to say I'm sorry means I love you a thousand times times infinity.
All wrapped around my pinky with a red ribbon
1. IntroductionWail into the1. Introduction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pages of history
as your Mother
of all creation
at your birth.
the sheets to be your
feather stuffed with
bonded by a throne of books
joy of old.
Born with pen in hand
your soul sings.
No one else can hear
"This is your introduction."
The White-Striped RoseI awake in a dream without my sleepThe White-Striped Rose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never lost in realms dullest deep
Pondering the trees and the bark of soot
Wisps from smoky, earthly chute
Where passion fruit grows
Like the love from one to another
Where fields kiss the windy trees
While dandelions sooth the summer's breeze
Walking our walk, hand in hand
Talking the talk so we understand - surprise
With words; open the fiercest cage
Release like buds blooming again
Downstream like green mountain dew,
Splash like fireworks; make light anew,
Is the feeling of finding the one from your dreams
When everything is as exactly what it could be
As I proclaim the greatest joys at all sights
Oh let the avalanches rise to greater heights
In this ring of roses and forget me nots
There's no need to fall down and sleep
Because the dream world lo and behold
Is right here with my lovely revelation
That while a white-striped rose lacks in truth
It's not just about the flower, but more that I can give it to you
bunny fishi've been broken and undone,bunny fish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since the moment i was born.
fragments of glass and paper
strewn together and laced with
ten-pound-test line (only
they forgot to test it and
it was something more like
when you snapped
at my garlic-loving fingers
i didn't make a sound (good
girls don't cry and tattlers
everyone knows to leave
the puzzles missing pieces
in the closet (along with
that dusty rug from under-swept
secrets and last year's
i choked on all those dust bunnies,
trying to cough them all out
(but like bunnies do,
they burrowed and nested
and i'll never be rid
When in DoubtFeather soft and quiet as a whisper,When in Doubt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tip toes around the sleeping beast.
They would lay together in the bed they made.
Rolling around in twisted sheets.
White walls and picket fences.
Surely they had it all?
What would you give?What would you give?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
reign on earth
Give Her A KissGive her a kiss for meGive Her A Kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And tell her I'm sorry.
As you lie with her
Wrapped around her
In a world that's all your own
Send her a message
From my lips
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her I know.
As I lie alone
Hidden beneath blankets and silence
For chances long since passed
Tell her I miss her
From my heart
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her I tried.
As sunlight dies
And you slip into sleep
And completely content
Tell her I need her
From my soul
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her goodbye.
As the edges of vision fade
And the world begins to collapse
And all I can do is watch
How it ended up like this
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her I love her
From my lips
Inkling"I just bought a whole new load of ink yesterday, now it's gone," the store owner, Mr. Peter, said to Heather, as her mother looked at the dresses.Inkling3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why is it gone?" Heather asked him.
"Must be the work of devils," Mr. Peter said, "If it weren't for the high demand, I would stay as far away from it as possible.
"Oh," Heather said.
She quickly turned to her mother, holding her hand.
"Oh my, look at this. Heather, you would look beautiful in this," her mother said, holding the yellow dress in front of her daughter. Heather nodded. Her mother went to the cash register.
"Ah, that's a pretty one," Mr. Peter said, placing the dress in the bag. "The Gilberts' were just looking at it."
"Oh really?" the mother asked, taking the bag.
Heather looked around the store. Dresses, jeans, candy were all around the store, trying to tempt or bore her. She didn't understand why grown-ups came here so much. She'd rather be playing with her dolls.
A young boy holding a journal and an inked quill in his hand
EmptyI am air to youEmpty2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For nothing is worthy of
of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,of seafoam thrones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop Africas and South Atlantics;
this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).
You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.
So what do you do?
You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
(But beauty isn’t everything)
Embers"How are you?"Embers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You have a good day?"
falling like embers,
"Do you ever have fun?"
"All the time."
but burning to the touch,
"You never smile."
"Of course I smile!"
then flickering out,
"Are you keeping up?"
"I never fell behind."
but soon they build up,
"Did you sleep well?"
swarming like fireflies,
"You look tired."
turn into flames,
"Are you sick?"
taking your clothes,
"Something on your mind?"
the flesh underneath,
"You wanted to talk?"
"It's not important."
"You've been acting distant lately."
"Sorry, I've been busy."
"You missed a class."
"Must have been a mistake in attendance."
"We're worried about you."
"You need help."
CatalystAnd we drawCatalyst2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a thousand shades
Of red ink
But you, my dear,
Are color blind.
PetrifiedIn its grandeur, a petrified heart can be beautiful.Petrified2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say it's not so, as its blackness covers all features,
Shading over each crevice and vessel
Normally colored in vibrant blues and reds.
But can wrongdoings be acceptable?
Most say no, though it may be in human nature
To follow tempting thoughts to a false freedom.
Still, are sins not condemnable?
Especially if unknowingly committed?
For who can say how. Say why.
But is there true sense in darkness measured
By actions and never thoughts?
Yet the idea of petrification could be fascinating
In due time, and over a perfect mastery.
Because it truly is a deceptively sweet smile
Masking devilishly sweet thoughts
That can make up a perfectly deformed human.
Yes, they make up each twisted and shaded heart,
But are such hidden hearts truly dark
Or is it just from perspective?
And who knows just who has their heart petrified?
WandererWhat will you do now?Wanderer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You have gone farther away
from kith and kin
then most do in their lives.
that's all you've ever been.
What will you do now?
The skeleton in my closetI hid the skeleton of the herald of the Almighty in my closetThe skeleton in my closet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stacked the washed-out bones on the white oak shelves
and stuffed his message in empty pickle jars
The holy feathers I kept though
Someday I will weave them in a new crown
I hope the Lord won't be mad I didn't choose thorns
but I want a headdress that has never been worn