I am trying to be honest,but I write so fucking floweryI am trying to be honest,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.
Her: helpless as a lamb,
I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-
( warm, celestial hands
forging sandcastle ribs. )
Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord, please awaken
the empty space between her skin
You Are LoveYou Are Love11 years ago in General More Like This
You are love. You are long fingers, microphone cord twined around them, black nails never ever chipped. You are dark eyes, with fire dancing inside to a waltz pace. You are that dance, that gentle rhythmic motion that tells little; it's neither a promise nor meaningless. You are the shining bands around your fingers, nobody knowing what they might mean or symbolize to you. You are the water that swirls below you as you walk the foggy morning streets, cameras' unblinking eyes watching your every liquid motion. You are the black hair billowing out behind you with that sudden twist of your hips, the kicking out of your legs. You are unpredictable always; one moment you have tears streaming from your eyes and the next you have a wide grin on your face and a laugh lighting those same eyes, now with eyeliner smudged in stark black around them, as if warning FRAGILE: HANDLE WITH CARE<
Letters to you--Once upon a...Letters to you--Once upon a...11 years ago in General More Like This
Our hearts were once stapled together.
Stapled like the holes in your jeans- never perfect, but it always worked out grand.
Friends said we were oddballs because of our bizarre ways.
Like how we watched Jeopardy and ate take out after nine...
Once we were perfect.
I remember the late night encounters with the sheets and our skin.
The times we said goodnight to the sun and hello to the pillowcases.
The times we made love with words and breath.
Followed by a foreign cigarette.
Once we were beautiful.
Yesterday, I did your laundry for old times sake.
I found spare change in the pocket of your stapled jeans, so I ordered a cappuccino with two straws.
Just like you did when all we had was nickels.----
Remember when we did laundry together for the first time?
You pushed me in the cart and you hit the washing machine.
I still have a scar from the staples... It looks like a heart.
Neat right? Your name is tattooed in the middle of it.
Once we laughed.
Anyway, I just wrote to tell you
I've Never Touched YouI've Never Touched You8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never felt your touch, but I can still smell your perfume.
It's done, the us-part of our lives; but not over. No. It will never be
over; you and I, me and you, we're still a part of each other.
What we had, which really was a never-was that could have been,
will stay in us until we die.
It's funny, though I've never tasted your skin, I can taste you
in my mouth. Your saltiness mixing with my saliva, making me thirsty.
I'm swallowing you and you're making me choke.
I've never felt your breath against my neck- You sleeping
that kind of peaceful secure sleep you can only have
with someone you love, but there's ghost warmness-of-you on my neck
and it's burning me, marking my skin and keeping me awake.
Even though I've never looked into your eyes and seen anything at all,
I can feel you staring at me. In confusion and wonderment. In why why why?,
I can feel you trying to change me back. But even if we're not over,
my darling one and only You, we're done. The you and I and me and you,
.To You..To You.10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I wish you could know you're beautiful. With a gentle smile and eyes so lovely they make Venus cry, you are easily my Miss Universe. Love lacked meaning until you entered my life. I barricaded the door and yet you glided in. Like you were riding on beauty you came to me and swept me off my feet. For months I rested in paradise with you, where nothing mattered but who could laugh the loudest. You made me happy to know you were with me. You made me happy to know you. You made me happy. You made me.
I'm so thankful- I could buy you roses and they would fade from loneliness in my hands. Nothing could ever be enough.
I wish you could know you're beautiful. With a tender laugh and care that made Poppins turn green you are easily my everything. Intelligence resides in you like your womb conceived it. For months I endulged in heaven with you, where nothing mattered except whose idyllic fantasy could become true faster. You made me love you with all of me. You made me love
He Cries...He Cries...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i make up lies
to cover up the sorrow
i cut myself
to prepare for tomorrow
i cry these tears
to ease the pain
im in love with you
for reasons i cant explain
i hide the way i feel
so you wont leave me
i put a mask on
so you cant see me
i hate myself
because i keep messing up
im giving up now
because i keep fucking up
i hurt inside
from you pushing my away
im dying more and more
with the passing of each day
i make wishes
for things that wont come true
i pray everynight
just to be with you
i want you to save me
from this disaster
because im broken into pieces
as my heart beats faster
please save me
from this place...
Torrin and his violinTorrin and his violin10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sing to me of sweet lullibyes,
as I lay me to rest,
safe and warm here beside you,
for even dreams get tired sometimes.
Wrap your voice around me,
soothe these ragged ears,
chase away the voices,
as I shed my silver tears.
Take me away from this place,
away from time,
the void of space.
Let it be just you and I,
even for a little while,
we will dance,
in our forever moment,
just for a little while.
Sing to me,
as we become one,
I will hold you close,
in our everlasting second.
If you wither away,
fade from my eyes,
your voice will live forever,
memories playing endlessly,
tugging the strings of my heart.
So lay me to rest,
safe and warm here beside you,
humming our lover's symphony,
watching as the years tumble by,
let us sing our forever lullibye,
you and I.
Torrin (c) Aya Braeden, art and poetry (c) Rose MoonFeather
MumThe strength that gives me that glint in my eye,Mum11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The will that keeps my head up high,
The motivation to get up and live my life,
The power to struggle on and survive,
The love that fills my tired heart,
The misery that strikes when we're apart,
The comfort that relaxes me when i'm stressed,
The relief when the whole world is sitting on my chest,
The thing that keeps me from giving in,
The one who forgives my every sin,
The person i would die for and wish to never let down,
There is not an adjective i could use to describe what she is, not a noun,
All i can say is mummy i love you,
And hope she can understand the meaning,
Although i don't believe she will ever know just how much,
Even as i write this....with eyes gleaming.
WherewithalOnce I met a girl who carved the world flat just to tell me I was beautiful.Wherewithal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It went without warning, in the morning when we left our sheets and searched for a bed of leaves beneath my mother's apple-tree; I settled crooked as she leaned against my side, and even as my muscles cramped I wouldn't shift her burden from my shoulders even to walk a free girl again. I was the real Atlas, the true one so willing as to ask to bear the weight of the world on her back for all of time, and you wouldn't know it to look at a ghost like me.
August, I said to her, and when I waited for her calling voice to come back I couldn't stop thinking about the way the russet leaves were crumbling under our spines with every movement; it was like we were grinding gold dust, collecting fortunes with every breath that I felt her lightly shake against me. It seemed like a waste, all this precious metal for a kid too haunted to wear the jewelry that would slip straight through her neck, but I couldn't stop myself
What I Wanted To SayWhat I Wanted To Say11 years ago in General More Like This
What I wanted to say is that I think you're amazing. I think your smile is perfection, and every day I get to see it is another day worth living.
I wanted to say I love you, but I was unsure of whether or not you'd reciprocate. I wasn't certain that I was in love with you, but I wanted to let you know that it was possible.
I wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to taste your skin. I wanted to learn you through my lips, my tongue, my hands...
What I wanted to say was stay. I wanted to say come in for awhile, don't leave so quickly, we can talk. I wanted to be with you just a little while longer.
I wanted to ask you to leave her, to give me a chance, to read my mind, to love me back. I wanted you to know what I was thinking and to share that thought.
I wanted to run my fingers through your hair, rub your neck, take away all your worries. I wanted to know every part of you...
What I wanted to say was you make me smile, laugh; you make me happy. When I'm near you nothing else matters and I com
virginity is like an envelopemy mother said her mother knew.virginity is like an envelope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wonder if she stumbled home like i did,
fifteen and beer-loose
tied to the door like a thunderstorm with black lips
and i wrote a story about disaster,
a quiet two sleds long.
a box full of beads, i swallowed
fifteen needles, mommy. don’t
tell me i’m not sorry.
don’t call me a whore you bag of bones
you lock-loose suitcase do you even
recognize me look at my face my toothache skin
i am not the one with the knife.
my mother never slept with a boy
who didn’t love her never let a boy
sleep on her while she lay awake beneath
the shroud of his skin breathing only
when her voice-box gathered too much dust.
you have to know i didn’t do
it on purpose. he slid beers down my throat
till i felt like a landfill.
i was not yet a crescendo. maybe i was a polka-
you couldn’t tell. i got home
with my legs full of nightmare.
the doctor said xanax.
i said i am a ruin like the ones
we saw in peru.
a balloon in a funeral poem.
You Needed To KnowYou Needed To Know11 years ago in General More Like This
Some moments in time cannot be replaced, nor ever truly purely experienced but once: a baby's first smiling laughter, the first kiss of a true love, the lone sunset that you have seen time and time again but yet this time it strikes a chord.
I know one thing that remains purely lovely every moment it is experienced. The feeling set deep inside of my soul each time the phone rings and I see that number on the ID, picking it up to hear that soothing voice once more speak: "Hey, Sweetie..."
How many times have I bit my lip to catch the outpour of affections and devotions to you, that I may remain safely hidden behind the veils and walls I had erected so long before. These barriers mean little to you, for with each softly spoken "I love you," a small tear or crack is brought to these hiding places, that I might be slowly opened before you.
We have shared years together, a bond united I would never dear wish to harm, least of all shatter. You have taken the hardened callouses around my hear
I Want YouI Want You12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The night slips into early morning and a coldness slowly creeps in. You tempt me... Oh how you tempt me. I long for you to warm my body with your strong hands, once gentle hands that are now urgent, almost forceful in their exploration. Unforgetable hands, followed by soft, demanding lips that smooth the path of fire, left by hands that make me melt. Passionate lips, followed by a body that could fulfill all of my carnal fantasies, and do more than those lips, more than make me moan. I ache, deep inside, for you to cover my body with yours. A body that makes me tremble in anticipation of what you could do to me, of what you could make me feel. Should I make a move, I'm not sure. I want to but something holds me back. Invisible arms restrain me while my internal struggle continues. I'm wary, shy, and a little scared. I've dreamt of you. Should I stay with my dreams, in a relatively safe haven, or should I venture into the unknown, and test reality against the eroticism of thos
The outcome of an inclineThe outcome of an incline11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life flies by so fast when you're holding your breath. Things come at you so unexpectedly and you have to cope. never meant to hurt Some people are better at things than others. I'm not sure what I'm good at, but I know what I like to do. specializing in heart breaks
When you get older will you remember that song you sang with your best friend back in fifth grade? Or will you remember that teacher that called you "mousy" straight to your face back in 7th grade? Maybe you won't, what is important to you some people only remember the "important things"; but what are the important things? Do they differ from person to person? Is your first kiss going to be a special memory? or did your special moment suck as much as mine did?
Life's little lessons seem to repeat themselves; is it just to make sure we don't keep screwing up? What are the life lessons? I haven't learned any
Have you ever had a broken heart and felt like your world as you knew it was over? Do you actually think you're goin
:_code "In Thought"#IFNDEF here:_code "In Thought"10 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
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...what your favorite song is....what your favorite song is.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I wonder what your favorite song is.
Maybe we have something in common and we just don't know it yet but...
suppose there is a chance that I'm what you're looking for
and you're the same to me.
And hey, I bet you'd laugh at my jokes and
I bet I'd think your laugh is infectious and suppose that
maybe there's a possibility that we'd get along and
then maybe we'd have this connection that they say sometimes happens between two people.
And I wonder if we like the same bands and if
you like that part in The Wizard of Oz where the Wizard is revealed
to be nothing more than just a regular ol' guy,
proving that everyone has some kind of curtain around them
shielding who they truly are from the rest of the world.
But hey, maybe I don't want to shield my true self from you and
it's a stretch, but maybe...just maybe you don't want to shield your true self from me
and we just don't know it yet.
And who knows, but maybe I'd like who you really are and it's possible
that you'd like who I
My AngelMy Angel11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I knew I love you
I knew you were heaven sent
I dreamed of you my angel
Before we ever met
Soon after the start
true love with you
i'd found in my heart
you're sweet and kind
and my love for you
will last a lifetime
I dream of your smile
and it takes my breath away
i want you
I need you
more than i could ever say
All my prayers were answered
when into my life you came to me
now I love you so much
and now your my everything
When I look at the moon
and see all of its grace
your still more beautiful to me
and you always put a smile on my face
Together we are
your always here with me
i'd travel no matter how far
your the one i love
and the only one for me
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
CanvasCANVASCanvas10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the beginning we were pictures in a child's coloring book,
Waiting for tiny hands to discover the border lines and
Not stay inside them,
Uniting blacks and whites and blues, yellows, reds, greens;
A Crayola montage blends
Across your soul,
"Who will finish me?"
I asked you,
Once, while pressing my cheek into the crook of your neck
And hoping that the colors would not bleed,
Or maybe that they would.
"There is a large white gap somewhere near the bottom of my stomach
That someone forgot about,
Leaving the space empty and yearning
For your sensual acrylic."
I remember the surprise when you,
Fitted a brush into the cleft between your thumb and forefinger,
And began to paint.
Lush hues filled
My anticipating torso,
And the space between my legs as, eagerly,
I become your canvas.
Or perhaps I became clay,
And you with me,
Our bodies two shades of terracotta earth.
Trace me as I trace you with my fingertips,
What I Want To SayWhat I Want To Say10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Waking up every morning to your touch would fill
me with optimism and a feeling that I doubt I could
describe easily to with words. You might not realize
it now but eventually I think you will understand what
I have to say and why
I have to say it to you
of all people. I think you
may already know what
I have to say and maybe
even why I have to say
it in the first place, but
you may never know how
long I thought about saying it, or how long I was
thinking about saying it, but basically, I can say it
to you when the sun is on your face and when I feel
so light; I can openly speak the words I LOVE YOU.
And when we go out to eat at
some place that I do not know
and the food may taste simply
horrible and the drinks may
reek of the stench of alcohol
for some stupid reason that I
am not even going to begin to
analyze, I will stare into your
102407ENCHANTED102407ENCHANTED13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm silent, love
I'm in the sunbeams
c,lose your eyes, I'm the sky
sleep like the new fallensnow
it's in my hands this, fragile
it's the very thing you
[ loveme ]
certain songs she weaves around me
I'm snowfallen in summer,
her heart like the
sky wind rain
there's this field...
and it's the glow of late summer enchanted
and the world stands still for her, and I'm
pressed to the ground / waiting
she calls out from far across the lands
she calls from the tower stair
she's radiant like the new fallensnow
so softly, she's alive. please whisper
for a while, the petals dont move
before long she has enveloped me.
one last light in the window.
ending two. west wind.
it's the glow of late summer enchanted
and the world stands still for her.
://©2002 Jesse Michael Renaud
Indefinite Tidesshe speaks in vinegar riddlesIndefinite Tides2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bides her time in shipwrecked
ticking off days for the boy
with stormy eyes who promised
he'd be back in a season or
two. he, who was
crafted from the leftover bits of the moon
and the meandering sky with runaway
stars lurking deep beneath his ribcage,
waiting to fall whenever he spoke
like a saint, whose divine sacraments
parted land and birthed lives; like a
sorcerer whose words launched a
thousand sunken ships but
now, she pops pills like reminders,
stabilizers that last 4-6 hours
depending on her ability to forget
and she's lost in herself
again, among faltering brainwaves
and wavering heartbeats and the
whimpering echo of her own worst fears
like: he's gone and he took all
that's good of me with him,
my weighted bones and my bated breath
and my lingering hope, too
that thing with feathers that
cries when it's plucked clean,
skeletal and bare and smooth
enough for me to rest my weary head on.
see, the ocean cracked and regurgitated
Shattering MeShattering Me11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Everyone has a mirror inside themselves.
My inside is a place of winding cobwebs of fake gilded gold and silver with dust clinging like a skin to the floor, the walls, everything. There is little light, little hope inside of myself. Like an attic in an old tale of ghosts and ghouls, only real in my mind, real in my soul this place creaks and groans, held up by boundless lies to soulless reasons. It is coated with grime and hidden meanings, surrounded by topless walls that don't let in any light. Or anyone.
I live here. I dance in false glory of what I've created. Myself.
My mirror is taller than I could ever hope to be, in stature or in true height and wider than any greed that could stuff itself inside any noble-man of past tales. Around the edges are gold, silver and platinum metal workings from the days when it was royal to weave metal, when what was on the outside was everything. And it was. It was the outside of my mirror, the outside of how I saw myself.