Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 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.
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
In Grandpa's EyesFrom the time that she could walk and talkIn Grandpa's Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she could never quite get it right.
Her mommy would call her spiteful names
and then scream "Get out of my sight!"
Nothing she did was ever enough
no matter how hard she would try.
The pictures that she would draw for mom
never got more than the usual sigh.
But when she would go to grandpa's house
greyish skies would turn sunny blue.
In grandpa's eyes she could do no wrong;
his love for her was kind and true.
Her grandma had been ill for some time
making it hard for grandpa to cope.
But when she came with those dark brown eyes
her visits would fill them with hope.
By the time that she was twelve years old
her dear grandma had passed away.
Her mother had found a new lover;
they left her and went their own way.
Alone and afraid and feeling low;
suddenly, a knock at the door!
Grandpa was there to rescue his girl...
and he promised to be there for her evermore!
True StoryI used to walk among the treesTrue Story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And sing a happy song
Never caring who heard me
In fact I wish they'd sing along
My next-door neighbors
they were friends
but more like brothers to me
And we all thought that the end
Of summer could not be seen
Oh we played in the forest
Built a fort in the pines
And hung on the branches
Between their house and mine
And there was an old tree
That I used to think to be
The mother of the forest
though she was dead and had no leaves
And we were like family
Sharing house and home and
Coming up with games to play
And forest haunts to roam
And I used to look up
To the trees far above
And always dreamed of flying
With the birds I always loved
and one day I found a nest
very near the swings
and we watched the babies hatch
but they died without wings
and that tree was cut down
and the swings are all gone now
and i'm never around
and the old rabbit they had
for so very many years
died one night without me there
to shed any of my tears
and the old mother of the wood
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
Hemingway Would Hate ThisThe trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.Hemingway Would Hate This3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent of a high priestess of Venetian origin.
The Girl was all those things and more, and her value, her estimate in the market of souls was higher than most. She was an angel amongst Gods, and He should never have let her go into the world thinking that it was Keats hearted. Because like all women who live their lives story shaped, she was soon broken by
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
MemoryWandering through a forest of memories, each tree a moment; feelings etched into the bark encasing the lifeblood, the flesh of those memories. The air is still, but leaves lose their grip and flutter to the ground as a moment of memory is forgotten, as a notion descends to join the damp depths of the lost. Only occasional rays of light penetrate the ceiling of leaves, filtering to the ground to highlight one buried memory, one hidden feeling, one lost painting of a moment.Memory4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FragileI know that you're broken,Fragile3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And your pale skin is battered.
I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.
You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.
Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
There'll be nothing we can't withstand.
Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.
You think that it's not worth it,
And just want to give in,
So you run the blade down your arm,
Breaking your heavenly skin.
I wish that I could show you,
How much you mean to me,
But you just push me away,
And wallow in your debris.
Why can't you see what I see?
I think that you're amazing,
I love your scars, and your wounds,
And your eyes that are always blazing.
I am giving you my all,
Sleeping Isn't for the WeakInsomnia's kissSleeping Isn't for the Weak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a breath taking beauty.
She lingers between
And loves to
Invite me in.
It's a shame I have
My dreams already.
That I've found
The battering eyes
On my skin
Much more sensuous
Today I told
The highest girl in the world
That days have grown
Much too long
And years have shriveled
To specks of dust.
She told me my words
Were true in one sense.
She said it was a sign
That I was dying.
I like to think
She was wrong-
that it meant
I'm still breathing
And all too far alive.
The BridgeThe Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
The Bend in the RoadThe Bend in the Road2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam was a recovering alcoholic. He grew up in a strict Christian household, with loving parents who not only spent quality time with him, but gave him their time in great quantity as well. Nevertheless, when Sam became a teenager he longed for the things that he didn't have. His friends at school would rave on about their sexual exploits and the alcohol and drug-fueled parties they attended. His parents kept him away from such things, and instead attempted to inculcate into his young heart a love for God and for godly principles.
When he turned sixteen he began drinking, leading a secret, double life. At first, he limited himself to an occasional six-pack of beer, but before long he moved on to hard liquor, and was smoking marijuana as well. He loved the way he felt when he was high or stoned. It made him feel free, uninhibited, happy. But the feeling of euphoria would, of course, eventually wear off and Sam would find himself crav
EggsYou didn't eatEggs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all my sins
that last night
you were in the city.
You said the taste
what you remembered -
no herbs or rocket
or strong black
fell from my bones -
a roast of haunch,
delicate as almonds.
You thought it would be
the spoiled yellow
and just enough
to keep you
TreesTrees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
Oneirophobia/SomniphobiaEternal slumber,Oneirophobia/Somniphobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams of death,
How I yearn,
for peace of mind,
shackled by nightmares.
Fear of the shadows of my mind,
fear of the night that brings me horrifying visions,
fear of the dark which is what comes before me.
shades of people.
Protect me Hypnos,
from the vile Morpheus,
and his horrid dreams.
I want to sleep but can not, for monsters await and demons of people's shadows lurks in the darkness.
I want sleep, but the dreams that plagues me never let me rest.
I want to sleep, but I dread the morrow for it brings a dawn that repeats itself.
I want to sleep, but thoughts come unbound and they will not stop until they are written down.
She kisses in black.I know not the sting of a razor,She kisses in black.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing across the wrist.
Nor the piercing of a needle,
Entering the skin.
But I have felt a pain,
The kind you feel, from within.
Others have felt this pain,
And those to come will feel it too.
A pain that binds us,
A pain we all know.
Like the thirteenth knot,
In a hangman's noose.
These three words,
Are the ones that make us choke:
"I Love You"
When heart triumphs over mind,
And endorphins flood the brain.
When the angels sing,
And you feel no pain.
And young breaths asphyxiated by lips.
But Time is the Reaper,
Draped in black cloth.
He is the killer,
Death is a scavenger.
Men deteriorate by time,
And women become decrepit.
Death becomes the vulture,
And cleans up the remains.
Life is a gift.
One we should not waste.
Love is a chance.
That we all take...
The Envious MoonThe moon's envious glow,The Envious Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is nothing more, than the suns bright rays
shinning back from a gray face.
The loneliest person in the world,
she can only reflect what others disperse
and never show her own light.
Sometimes though, she gets her desires
to change the light she reflects
and becomes orange or red.
It never lasts though.
She finds solace in her reflection
to know that she is actually there,
and to feed what little pride she has.
And the moon sits alone
never to have company.
Only her mournful shriek her only sound.
She can never be the one
who provides light and comfort.
The most she can do
is give off a little reflected light,
that isn't even her own.
Everyone loves the sun,
that warm, life birthing parent.
And everyone ignores,
the pale envious moon.
Who wants nothing more
than to be loved.
L'OMBRE III - SHADOW III(english translation below)L'OMBRE III - SHADOW III4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Et la lune s'écroule
En fragments de feu froid
Choyé par les abysses
Mon joli néant
Frantz, Novembre 2011.
And the moon collapsing
In fragments of cold fire
Indulged by abysses
My pretty nil
Frantz, November 2011.
DawnDawn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
BloodlustBloodlust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within
It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live
They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers
Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known
Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste the blood
The bond from within