At the WeddingThe photographer:At the Wedding9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
His different point of view
A forgotten afterthought.
WaitWaiting for the clouds to part,Wait10 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
resting quietly by the road,
what mattered once.
Honey in the heart -
sailing across the sea,
absent without leave.
Look BeyondAlexandra,Look Beyond9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Lady of the South -
the beauty's in the leaving.
Regarding PoetryWhen you read thisRegarding Poetry8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
epilogue of a dreamerOn love unconditional, the lonelyepilogue of a dreamer4 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
struggle and a passion named December
the most retold story:
a beautiful disaster
the way we love ourselves
like watercolour raindrops
drowning poets in the morning
his telepathic murder
chasing black spots across my eyes
the idiot at the fall of paradise
of all the ways this could end
Hoarding SecretsAll over Facebook,Hoarding Secrets8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a portrait of the artist:
better left unread.
IntentionsIntentions by LJIntentions5 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Which came first?
The street band
Or whispers down the lane?
All for love, all for you,
About where I began.
Life is colour
And story telling
In chosen realities
Ten thousand reasons
I'll get it right next time
With words like wings.
She is BothAn old song in modern life:She is Both8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the Goddess of the Hunt,
among the willows
in morning fog
is the hider and the seeker.
It Can Be So ElusiveOn the reservationIt Can Be So Elusive9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
and all that jazz
I am always hot inside,
a dinosaur in the garden.
But life, like a tunnel
if out at night,
in a whisper
I remember the good things.
Not the machine evangelist.
The Beginning Never StopsDawnThe Beginning Never Stops8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
This is just the beginning.
I am a child,
but it's only a matter of time
before awareness pays.
See life in the rocks,
roses in the sunshine,
and the boy who lit the stars.
June was yesterdayA glimpse of freedomJune was yesterday10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
At the crossroad of Silence
Fading as she waits...
Winter's FarewellOnce upon a time, long ago...Winter's Farewell3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a cold December day,
King Winter found an old steam-powered robot,
Deep in the Dark Glass Forest,
At the edge of the known world.
Engineering ran through his veins
Like steel wool on fire...
A fascination with power.
"Where giants once stood," he said,
When night fell behind Engine Room 2.
"Lasting memories burn," replied Mr. Purplestone,
"A devil in every flame."
His obsession revealed; full steam ahead,
Between clouds and stars.
"The Architect's Garden is my dream place;
Everyone quietly goes there to receive
A feeling like no other."
The human and the machine, the mechanics of love,
In one word...fluid.
Prominent men, Mr. Sparkle, Mr. Vandemar and Mr. Croup;
The day they arrived, all was golden.
"You've lost your mind..."
"Life on standby..."
"Excuse me mister, who am I to you?
I have been distant...among the dead.
Make no mistake gentleman...
Angels don't play this harp."
"Escaping from reality, is all that we see."
Maybe next timeevidence of life:Maybe next time8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the windmills are still turning and
your failed attempts at metamorphosis are like this,
fishing in the air.
conclusion: should’ve tried harder
Dance backwards, darlingA confession:Dance backwards, darling8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ma, there are seahorses dancing in the library
Autumn has come to my hometown.
Today; cool, clear and sunny--
April, a stuttering fool.
3am, and kings slumber;
Sunday falls heavy,
eyes wet with gasoline.
In dreamsWrite your daydreams all over me;In dreams6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you cannot save me from my life
or the things I am scared to say.
Bedtime stories don't quite go this way.
It's the little things that follow you to sleep -
phantoms are thieves of nocturne skies
and insomnia burns our souls
Pause a MomentLong, long ago, in a faraway placePause a Moment8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
shadows paint the dusk
and morning fog
with gothic tidings,
lost in a marketplace on an alien world.
Still, the grass grew high.
let the dawn treader
show simple beauty,
it's only a matter of time.
The wandering minstrel,
an old song in modern life,
stops the betrayal of your own flesh
Stay among the willows,
they might be perfect.
Lost at the Post OfficeFinder's Keepers: You can't go home againLost at the Post Office8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
for the letter writer,
those baby mules.
Keys to Unlock YouThese skeleton keysKeys to Unlock You8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
and the betrayal of your own flesh,
like whistle blowers:
There when hell freezes over.
and as we wake, we drown .:title poem:.maybe god was molested:and as we wake, we drown .:title poem:.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a smart kid
parting the seas...
entering the dark,
my anne shirley,
i haven't found you yet.
in the air, the scent of violence.
we perish in the mist
I Watched The EndBelow the rust-ruined houseI Watched The End10 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the sun's gone wibbly,
something like an astronomer
telling a sad story backwards
to the end of the world.
And he remembered
papilio ambrax dunali
and the roar of our stars,
in suborganic space;
that it only took a moment
to disappear forever.
Sometimes the Pain is BeautifulThis is not all we are –Sometimes the Pain is Beautiful8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a matter of life and death.
Sticks and stones and arrows –
Nobody said they wouldn’t hit back.
And next time it might hurt.
My body is a cage –indestructible –
all liquid love and bandages,
the object of his condemnation.
Everything is better in black and white
And blue…and red…
My, what a vivid imagination.
When it rains, I pour coffee and honesty
What a vicious cycle of life…
Or something like it.
The Things She Didn't SayI just called to say, “Confession! I let you hurt me.”The Things She Didn't Say8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It was a blood bath, my perfect hero,
Yet you never touched me.
If I had just told you, “Confession! I still love you…”
But to err is human and it was a beautiful,
Tidbits of truth? – “Confession, first love, I knew we were meant to be.”
But you never thought I would stay
And my wishes don’t come true.
“Well that changes everything,” he said…
She said, “goodbye, selfish, simple love…”
when she needed him most.
A declaration? - “Hatred is my defense mechanism!”
And from here, you are perfection,
So this is not goodbye… yet.
epilogue of a dreamerDear Poetry,epilogue of a dreamer4 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
leap through eternity;
it is an autobiography
(of) when I was a child....
The Dream, the dream,
These aren’t just laws, they’re constants!
(a) false ambition-
it ought to tell me enough
wishes are never found
everyone has one;
falling asleep among the stars,
loving every minute:
There are times
I'm being selfish,
feeling this way
all will be well
the honest truth?
FATE be damned!!!