Twenty Years LaterOur walks endTwenty Years Later2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the autumn spread
In the stars above
In our lives turned old.
Has it been twenty years?
"Since the owls last song"
Our eyes look for us
was twenty years so long?
In the barren fields of earth
In the sounds of fallen leaves
Man finds his long lost soul
After so many years,
They speak in silence
Of guilts, of choices,
of love, and distances.
When the songs of the crickets
Turns silent as eyelids.
Pair of starlings fold wings,
In utmost certainty.
When at the end of the October night,
The air smells of sleep.
She speaks up to the Man
Did you find peace?
He smiles and looks
Her eyes only he sees...
ChainsThese chains that restrain me I know are for the best,Chains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the best is not what I want anymore.
Freedom and room to breathe is what I need,
These familiar chains have become hard and sore.
My memories are filled with such joy thanks to my captors,
But now I need the chance to try by myself.
To break free from safety, from all I already know,
Into the unknown and exciting new world.
I don’t want them gone completely, I just wish for room,
I just wish for a chance to prove myself.
I know how to handle myself, how to look after myself,
But belittlement and restraints stop me at every turn.
Why is it those closest to you can hurt you the most?
Those who wish to protect you, destroy who you are.
These chains are held in place by what they say,
I just want to be free…
PeacefulI need to find my secret placePeaceful2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A place for me to rest my head
As all the tears run down my face
And as my heart ceases to race
I can’t understand and I don’t know
How I can be so calm and content
This couldn’t be, it isn’t so
I feel myself slowly letting go
I tried to hold on with all my might
But it’s too hard, I’m getting weak
It’s been so long and I’ve held on so tight
But I know it’s time, I’ll lose this fight
I feel my mind becoming clear
As all my thoughts fade to one
to darkness and death, my only fear
it’s way too close, it’s way too near
I rest my eyes, can’t see the light
It’s not too dark as I lay here
I see this is a lovely night
And everything just feels so right
You’ll see no sorrow in my eye
My lids shut tight, everything’s all right
I never thought I’d like to die
As I let out one last breathless sigh
From Crayons to Forever.They meet when they're six. Sebastian walks into a foreign classroom, his face wet because of the tears that refuse to stop escaping his eyes. He looks around terrified as the teacher advises him to pick a seat. There are only two empty seats in the classroom; one beside a girl in a blue dress and the other beside a blank eyed boy who currently had two pencils stuck up his nose. He sends a smile to the teacher and sits down beside the girl, who instinctively pulls her drawing book closer to her.From Crayons to Forever.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm Sebastian. What's your name?" he whispers tentatively.
"What's your favorite song?' She retorts instead, blue eyes meeting his questioningly.
"Oh! Umm... I ... do you know...? He breaks off and starts humming along to the 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse' tune.
And suddenly two kids at the back of a silent classroom burst into unstoppable giggles.
"What?" Sebastian asks confused, once his laughter dies out.
"That's my name."
They don't speak much later except when Tara exclaims
ReverberationsSilence filled the concert hall. Michael’s heart pounded, and his palms sweated. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. This is the dream he’d been dreaming for all his life. The eighteen-year-old boy closed his eyes; he placed his hands on the piano, and began to play.Reverberations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every person has a story, just as every piece has a story – it just depends on how the pianist decides to tell it.
The piece started out slowly; the first note reverberated through the concert hall.
His story started three months ago.
It was like every other typical day – Michael was driving his little sister, Noelle, to her violin audition. It was snowing slightly, and with the exception of the ice on the roads, the weather was quite favorable. While he hadn’t had much experience with driving on the ice, Michael was perfectly confident that it’d be alright – which was why he hadn’t bothered to ask one of his parents to drive. They seemed overworked lately, a
2. loveMy love for you is less than three2. love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but more than four or five.
I keep it in a box – it’s free
it’s dead then it’s alive.
My love is vast, my love is slight –
for many and for few.
It’s in the clouds, it sees no light,
it’s old but also new.
It has no cost or strings attached
so buy it with a smile.
Its life’s so long that it’s unmatched,
It only lasts a while.
Because of it I was a saint
and sinned away my wings.
I knelt and begged without complaint,
I feasted among kings.
My love for you is gentle, sound –
It’s dangerous and cruel.
It made a clever man, I found
It also made a fool.
My love will watch you walk away
And never let you go.
It’s since I love you day by day
That my love changes so.
lovesong for sailorboyRead aloud and explained (somewhat) here.lovesong for sailorboy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have always loved words as you love the sea
but i have grown to hate
because i have always had words
but never for you.
words for everything
but i have words for this, so
i'll take them
one by one.
the ocean was your first love and
i could always see it in your eyes.
most would call them blue--just
like a swell over a sandbar
blue like the spring sky over a poppy field.
but i don't think anyone
got as close as i did and they're not blue
not shorebound and
they're gray like the steelbellied sea itself
like the horizon at dawn as it
hems you into an impossibly vast canvas
like a demarcation line
or a promise.
one you always chased.
maybe i had a streak of ocea
Jellyfish.I remember running my finger acrossJellyfish.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
that scar on your torso, asking you what
had happened. You told me that when you
were younger you went to the ocean, and
while you were swimming out to sea you
were stung by a jellyfish. Sometimes I
find myself wishing I was that beautiful
brainless creature that left that mark on
you. I could live on forever in that scar.
I could be, everlasting.
SocietyHello I am societySociety2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And let me tell you a little of how life's going to be
I will change you
And completely rearrange you
I'll tell you what you can & can't do
I'll ridicule your every move
And you can chose not to listen
But I guarantee
I will take away everything you are
And destroy everything you ever wanted to be
Excuse me, do you have a moment?Dear you,Excuse me, do you have a moment?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Yes you. The one who calls me disgusting. Unnatural. Immoral. Fag.
You. The one who hides behind that sad excuse of religion, hiding behind a wall of words never told.
You. The one calling it phobia, as if you're actually scared.
You. The one who thinks I'm experimenting, I'm trying out, that I'm just playing.
You. The one who pushes me into lockers and down to the ground.
You. The one who calls my parents to remind them of their mistake, as if it's their fault.
You. The one who used to claim to be my best friend, and can't even look at me anymore.
You. The one who knows I'm going to hell, and that I deserve no better.
You. The one who claims I have sinned, that I deserve to be punished - dead.
You. The one who wants me to get treatment, who believes I can be cured.
You. The one who believes I choose this, a life of hate and rejection.
You. The one who is sure I just lust, that I can never love.
You. The one who refuses to touch me, because of course, it's a curse that could
DysphoriaWe were prodigies of insecurity andDysphoria2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clashing ivory skin on ivory
love, love, love
(the syllables are strung upon your bedpost
like wringing hands and tripwires)
I'm synesthetic red and aching
with envy for your wretchedness and
I would be hard pressed to find you anything but blinding.
Four SinnersSt Peter rapped smartly on the door to the chambers of the Lord, before pushing them open to see the homely white room beyond. The Lord stood up from his seat at the desk and welcomed the saint with open arms, a loving smile on his lips.Four Sinners2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Peter,” he said, his voice soft and deep, like a father’s to a toddler, “how is it I may help you today?”
“My Lord, I know it is unorthodox, but a group of murderers have requested your presence at their judging.” Peter replied, “Each claims to have an injury which excuses their sins.”
The Lord considered this, then nodded solemnly, walking slowly out of the room. His steps were heavy, his stance reflecting his sadness at the necessity of their punishments.
Outside the gates’ white swirls, four men knelt, heads bent. The Devil loitered casually off to one side, his dark robes emanating fear that swirled around him. He and the Lord embraced, as over the millennia their mission has become one a
Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of ChaosMy brightly burning ice giant; god of fire,Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of Chaos2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers—
Will you still love me on Ragnarök's byre?
When your children wage war on their elders?
For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos,
And each will sit back to watch the destruction
For none shall be able to forestall this loss,
Or find another world to which they can run.
If you say yes; that you will adore me yet…
Should I trust those lips which kiss me sweetly?
That weave such beautiful tricks, traps and nets
To trip and catch the Æsir and their army.
Tell me, if it should be my breath leaves first,
Should you take another into our bed?
Or should you deem this world to be accursed,
And wait for the fates to cut immortal thread.
They Know of Death?Look at him, smiling proud,They Know of Death?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Holding aloft a soiled shroud.
He claims it to be of his father-
The grim dodger, lonely carver.
And she- the last, by yonder triangle,
With brothers and deceit entangle.
Upholder of the slave friend Isis,
Though helped by asp to untimely crisis.
Then the forgotten puny folk,
Who lead dark lives until they croak,
Ruled by paper; an unlikely foe,
For a century of joy and woe.
Surely they cannot know of death,
And the pathetic fatality of their breath?
How can their love and hope survive,
When every dream’s a constructed lie?
An empty plea to an abyssal plain,
With everything to lose but naught to gain.
Inspirational to we forever ones,
They servants to internal drums.
Six word story"What is apathy?"Six word story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Love's seed uprooted."
One More ChanceI lie because the truth hurtsOne More Chance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a knife twisting in my gut
I've been a knave gentleman before
And recent events show it’s what I'm not
Reviving my shadow that constantly screams
The screaming that always fell on my deaf ears
Is the person on the other side of the window pane
Seeing my oblivious demise for years
Love is a word that came tainted to me
Wrapped in a cynical coat and presented
Learning the bad side from then onwards
Developing into something I'd later resent
As a culprit to my crime and misery
I grew a new stance and started again
To learn that I need to take those chances
And that there’s another emotion other than pain
So please be gentle with my new start
For I am mendable but damaged goods
My tainted heart and scared skin is repairing
Treat me more carefully than others would
The truth is I drag my past along with me
The ones that broke me keep me from doing it again
Let me learn and grow old with you
I’ll become that gentleman and love you back the
A Delivery.i.A Delivery.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of course you were expecting
slow march of the box angel
clad monotonously in
a chorus of clipboards
curdling pitch between
their pursed lips
and resounding hammers
on your door
the postal service regrets
to inform you,
that this delivery is
not a gift- not
to be unwrapped, no,
for you, it is only
you feel like mixed
signing not your name
and ticking outside boxes
for nothing but
is delivered to you
love is a gift
you think as you hold
only a parcel
The People Stare They are so loud. All of them. They won't listen. Why won't they listen?The People Stare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's not fair. Around me everything is loud. The subway rattles the whole place as it moves. All the people pushing through each other, yelling at each other. No one is listening. Mom is yelling at Sis. Sis is yelling at Mom. I'm sitting between them on the dirty subway bench. Hoping, just hoping that they will stop. Stop yelling.
I cover my ears and close my eyes. My cheeks feel wet. I think I started crying.
"Please stop" I whisper.
They don't hear me. They keep yelling through me, pretending I'm not there.
My back slouches and I bring my knees to my chest.
"Please stop" I whisper again.
The yelling gets louder. What are they yelling about? I hear another subway pull into the platform. Someone grabs my wrist. I look up to see Sis, but she's not looking at me. She is still looking at Mom and screaming. She pulls me to the subway as the white doors squeak open.
We push through p
BlackOur utopia is a blotterBlack4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
soaked with ancient oil.
We worship a dying sky
The clouds are getting closer
with every fading dawn.
Standing on my shoulders,
you could soak your head in
the icy truth before it lands
and becomes a plastic liability.
The stars are caged animals.
It was difficult to breathe
through the tiny holes that God
punched in the heavens.
Their bones sit behind obsidian
walls, collecting the dust of creation.
We speak to them, though we know
that sound does not travel in a vacuum.
A man in a suit is sitting on the edge of a building.
He holds an amber bottle in one hand and a pleading bullet in the other.
He knows there are too many holes to fill.
Our inheritance- A broken world and a wanton moon.
There is no need for light in these new, dark ages.
He doesn't want to jump.
He has no gun for the bullet to go into.
He listens for Leo's roar to fill his head
because science says it can't.
It's only a matter of time before nothing.
Dreams TravelDreams travel asDreams Travel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts over the sea,
To whisper in my ear
As I drift o
Almost-Buoyant Credence Dear ocean childAlmost-Buoyant Credence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
born from the escape of drowning suns,
I have longed
for your halcyon-woven hair
and lucid, lyrical gaze
for the longest while
Let me trace resting eights, lemniscates
along each inch of your holy-grail spine
swimming toward the sea snakes
embedded in your sacrum
Harbinger of kismet,
I want you to condense
all my joys and my sorrows,
confiscate all my grays,
lacunae and lagoons
as if chrysalises
caught in amber, illuminated
though lost in the span of days,
InvisibilityWhen I am thereInvisibility3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's like I'm just air
Because people pass my by
They don't say hello
they just come and they go
And I cannot understand why
Is there something I've done
That made me a noone
So that you think this is okay?
Don't you think that I'm sick
When you all are so quick
To ignore me and turn me away?
I am so tired of saying
my words and just praying
That someone will finally hear
Every time that you shun me
every time you ignore me
it stabs through my heart like a spear
But you do not care
because to you I'm not there
You don't care that you're hurting me so
I am numb to the core
I've become to abhorred
All I want to do now is just go
I want to leave this terrible world
Where nobody sees my face
I want to get out
I don't want to come back
I'm escaping from this horrid place
So don't say I took the easy way out
because it's not that easy to go
When you can see that when you leave
that no one will care
when you're gone nobody will know
Invisibility isn't a gift
it isn't a trait o
Willow-weptThey let me in the gardens todayWillow-wept4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For good behaviour; apparently
Meekness, here, is still the height
They smiled mistaken sympathy
When I picked myself a daisy.
I said I'd wanted violets
And they steered me back inside.
*Flooded by the flow of Lethe,
My veins are slowly singing.
A harmony of rosemaries
To crown a drowning mind.
I'm swaddled on the bed today
With bands about my wrists.
I dared to say I felt just fine;
Now I'm "misbehaving."
Brothers in all but BloodAs two brothers in all but blood,Brothers in all but Blood2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little need for talk, but understood.
Conquering the old foe Turk,
Upon the day Frige and Venus lurk.
Not inseparable, but with a bond,
You and he would oft abscond.
To a different time and place,
Where new experiences you'd embrace.
Such as the time, like flowing wine,
Sounds became emotions, and colours became rhyme.
You sank into a tranquil state,
Encouraged by he and not by fate.
But as time passed, you saw him less,
Through naught but circumstance to confess.
He began to fade away,
Though kept to the world as clear as day.
The inner musings of the mind,
Kept inside for non, even you to find,
Caused the unimaginable pain
Than now flows through your every vein.
But you were helpless until the knowledge,
And now through memories you dredge.
You, sweetheart- were ne'er wrong!
If anything you made him prolong.
Though your shoulders hold the endless weight
Of his final resting crate,
And your heart longs for more
Of the times you shared before-