Gilded SeraphA gilded seraph waltzes atop a sunlit canvas of spring, and lives
a lone life with a turbulent heart, whose figure, still, fervently glows
before a fading sun. A dampened spirit, that grows colorless, but strives
for beauty even as her own depletes - and as her heart beat slows,
A black rose stems from shadows that dance with her golden aura.
Death marks the start of spring. and from the rose's lips a butterfly grows
Of glistening gold and fading black that tell of her sad story.
FireI have a fire breathing deep within meFire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lighted not by the sun's bright rays of light
But by eyes that shift the oceans in me
To bask my heart in luminescent light
The sun burns too bright to bear this candle
The stars shines too dull to keep it alight
Eyes that meet, the world cannot dismantle
The bond that keeps both our hearts burning bright
From eye to eye we see, stars that shine through
The darkness that seeps through our open wounds
Those scorched by the flames of desire imbued
Shall find us, like the face of the bright moon
Unreachable, and even so its light
Shines through this sea of love, with all its might.
RoseLove bears her thorns to the hearts outworn:Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But her lips always bloom in the valleys torn.
If you see me weeping, and catch my heart, leaping,
And withstand the sting -the flame- of my love
Understand the sorrow -the pain- of our love
Then find yourself breathing the sweet air from above;
Take my heart, and make it your own.
For this is where the seeds of my love are sown:
From the pain, the sorrow that we both endured
Grows the flower of our barren valley.
The Nightly SeaThe Nightly SeaThe Nightly Sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing shall bend my will to fate
My heart is far too aged to wait.
These trials have withered me to a sickly grey,
And now even love turns itself away.
The nightly wind has betrayed me;
And turned these dreams to nothing more
Than bitter tears upon the shore.
I am as lonely as the moon
That forever waits, and yearns to know,
When shall these blind eyes heal
When shall this young love, learn to grow?
When shall the stars of our eyes see,
What lies beyond this barren sea?
My day offThis morning I woke up fashionably late.My day off2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something to which I could never quite relate.
Lying on my bed, I paid my respects,
To all those unsavory mornings that were just so complex.
Waking up early to a deafening sound,
Thinking if only that alarm was never around!
Jumping out of bed to my morning routine,
Around the house, up, down, left, right even in between.
Pulling on my clothes disregarding any options.
When I get a job, suits would be a simpler concoction.
Even the most important meal was never part of my day.
Just maybe choking down some toast in a confused disarray.
Out the door I go, grabbing my stuff.
Mentally checking my phone, wallet, keys and books, in a huff.
I stumble outside into the cold chilly air.
It wouldn't help, but quite softly I'd swear.
Following a plan, that's part of the norm.
Into the world I go and so I conform.
Everyday forever the same thing it would be,
Just so long as no one changes that unspoken decree.
The glow of the sun shone through the window,
Sapphire CastlesLavished in celestial streams of rich azure,Sapphire Castles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice weaves thru star-systems with song
Depthless eyes fabled in mystery furnish worlds,
as conquests of time fold into silence...
She is the mystique of the cosmos 'elixir immortale,
embalming the wilderness of dreams
O'er a thousand skies captive in the fever of her ocean;
my breath anchors, where a life-time of souls drown
in brushed whispers of candle flame
Kingdoms of passion unveil in ethereal tides,
as the sun traces her finger tips over my skin
Burning in Pleiadian mythology I reach into vistas
of indigo towards the lips of a Goddess
Unto sapphire castles I sail, adrift in rhythms of euphoria
Evermore I feast in rivers of mysticism;
lucid galaxies undress upon the tip of my tongue
Flame of her kiss Heaven's supernova, where my soul
shall be slain & made into the perfume of eternity
Hues of gold chase the shadows in my veins..
Artisans of destiny paint the odyssey of gossamer winds,
blushing like desert am
The dust that waitedThe dust that waited in still-bred silence for the windThe dust that waited9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That would take them to the sky:
A maelstrom of musty rabbits choking the clouds in the anticipation of corkscrewing wind.
The left-for-dead house hunched alone on the wide flat plain,
With nothing save a few spare, withered heads of grain whispering about it.
The dim scaled wings of moths echoed to the tune of the house’s sighs,
Attracted only by the dim light of a lone flickering lamp—
Throwing its meager life against the grimed walls of glass,
Not terribly eager to only attract the dull drone of moths.
Cracked bindings stood loosely together,
Pages within starved and shriveled—
Shriveled so that the merest touch of not-so-terrestrial hands
Would extinguish them into wizened dust.
Looking down the insipid halls
Only to see peeling wallpaper and the faded photos
Of smudged out faces, mirrors clouded only with phantom reflections,
Flecked with bits of tar and age-worn grit.
The floorboards creak just barely,
Spread My Wings (Metallic-Winged Pigeon)Spread My Wings (Metallic-Winged Pigeon)Spread My Wings (Metallic-Winged Pigeon)9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Birds of the same feather, flock together
Compacted in sheltered, overly-protective conditions
This bird wants to spread his wings and fly away from his progenitors,
My parents, they love and protect me, but I want to sing my own rendition,
Of a song they’ve taught me throughout my existence on this Earth, 16 years;
But now that I’m almost grown, I’m just about ready to fly away from the nest
Kiss my mother and sister, hug my father, and let them know I’m departing
To inform them I’m ready for the world, and prepared to fight along with the best,
As appealing as it is to stay in my enclosed capsule, this has been a long time coming
This young bird, this aves, this novice, is ready to step out with the pros
There may be eagles, hawks and falcons circling the skies,
But I’m ready to show them my wings and how the Alaniz song goes,
I’m ready to bob and weave through the bullets that fly
FateFateFate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It did not matter the shade of burning red,
Whether all of earth and sun were mine
These tired lips would never reach them,
Before my roots decay with time.
Although I'm sure that even if
This star was not meant to shine,
Traveling winds carrying dust,
Shall treasure these memories of mine.
A rose that was not meant to bloom,
The star that was not meant to shine
A love that was not meant to be,
Shall be here forever, and live within me.
Our LoveNotes, radiating from the music of her voice,Our Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like liquid love emanating from her lips.
No songs depart through my wounded chest;
Though her tunes keep my heart adrift.
Only heartbreak floods my tangled veins,
Though, in my soul, her blessèd song remains,
And, amidst this storm, her song endures,
But this drowning, brittle heart cannot.
We are gone, though my love lives on in oceans,
Her love lives on in rain.
Keep RunningSomething broken, or something deadKeep Running9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try
BrokenGo ahead and drive the blade into my heart,Broken9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
go ahead and twist,
past the chipped paint,
past the dents and battle scars,
is my beating heart,
drive the blade in,
watch me fall,
better to be dead then to be broken,
am i just a toy to you too,
am i just a puppet to your strings,
when will i ever mean something,
when will i ever be good enough,
after all no one wants a broken toy
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.Reality Verses The Dream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be able to see any sort of clarity.
Below the discoloured and tarnished ceiling.
I am held captive by my dishevelled duvet.
With only material possessions at my grasp.
Surrounded by a hybrid of silence and vulgarity.
Accompanied by the foul scents of decay and pollution.
Observing a society that stand and act like naïve slaves.
This is the
The MirrorIllustrious flickersThe Mirror9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
glinting the mirage of your insanity
I catch the waves
in the air
You are a frog's tongue
But I, I am the mirror -
watching your joy
wistful and longing to take part
I am as the creek; lovingly massaging
the rock below
And while I am
but the mirror
I can see the darkness cast aside
I can see you shun
all but your wick;
I can see you shun your wax
For I am your mirror.
You Told MeYou Told MeYou Told Me9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You told me, “We only have one life to live…”
I never wanted to be ‘that guy,’ so I said, “I’d give it another try.”
But I suppose you thought that meant I had a few more chances to give…..
‘Cause nothing changed; simply more of the same straight-faced lies
Only this time, the lies became more outrageous
“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known,” you hesitated,
Then muttered, “I love you,” but now, deep down I knew you were no one to trust
Believe me I wanted to, but I’m not so easily persuaded
I saw through the façade; or as you put it, “Your wall,”
But you didn’t need it, not with me; at one point you really were my best friend
I would always be there for you, whenever you began to fall
I’d protect you and keep you safe; I never wanted our friendship to end
You told me, “I was the kindest guy you
Lonely NightLonely NightLonely Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night's beset by clouds
And even though the stars
Have gathered to accompany me
I have found none that shine brighter
Than the sun that came to embrace me,
With the warmth of a love that's true.
Today may be my brightest day,
But the clouds come bearing dismay,
And shut out the light that comforts me.
But she, as any true love would do,
Breaks free of those ghastly chains,
And I'm free to feel her love again.
As kidsThe grown-ups would ask, when I was a kid,As kids2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you want to be when you get big?
We were doctors and lawyers and superheroes!
All said cheerily through mouthfuls of cheerios.
Replies would be long, replies would be short.
"I want to be everything!", I said, with thought.
The bliss of childhood, I'll never forget.
Not once would a decision be filled with regret.
As we grew older, we knew were fooled.
The innocent friend that we called life,
Had an envious twin known as strife.
Ah well break's over, so back to work I go,
As dull as it is; to this day I'll still be reminiscing,
About a past much more exciting.
Kirsten Z. jacob
either wayshe dances like a raindrop,either way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
collapses on the ground,
and all of her bones shatter,
made from thin, liquid glass,
her voice ripples on the surface
and it screams
the soft syllables pirouetting on your eardrums
her fingertips tapping
can you hear them?
they are cotton balls
being dropped on the asphalt
can you hear them?
(it's the wind carrying her feet across the air)
and she dances like a raindrop.
you can catch her
and she can shatter in your palms.
A Painting's DemiseShe stands before a museumA Painting's Demise9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Empty and dark as if night.
She thinks to herself,
“If only this place had light.”
She strolls down the corridors
passing by her father’s art
She gazes upon a painting
and feels no remorse in her heart.
She is excited and anxious
to walk about
Until she sees the words on the wall
that says she cannot get out.
She hears some dripping
And some footsteps coming near
The poor girl’s pulse beat quicker
as her pretty blue eyes dilated in fear.
“Why are you doing this to me?!”
She screams out loud.
“Why can’t I be like them?
Why am I not allowed?!”
The words bleed blue
and chills her to the bone.
“Please don’t leave me,” it said.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
you’re scaring me
She thought, backing away.
I wish you were here to save me…
I don’t want to stay.
The museum grows dimmer
She frantically attempts and tries
In a last moment to f
I Am The RegretTo find beauty untainted by sinI Am The Regret10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is to attain the purest form of love and reward
A smile limitless as the sky
One wishes to reach upwards and grasp it tightly
Never letting these precious pieces of heaven pass by
But to all good things there must come an end
Beauty can be distorted before one’s eyes
It can collapse and morph into a thing of shame
An ugly past that can never be changed
Once all beauty is drained, one chooses to flee
Taking with him the entirety of his universe
And leaving only a shriveled shell
A shell that is empty, yet full with a blackened reputation
Never to be beautiful or precious again
I am the regret
unheardThe imaginary audience of my poems used to beunheard10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
people like me who understand
(I suspect I was naive)
but now when I write
I feel like I'm trying desperately to change the course of the tide
with a spoon.
They see something in me that's neither special
nor even really there
all the cheesy, commercial, easy-to-fabricate emotional appeal
that people fall in love with left and right
and that I hate
but that sneaks into my writing
like dust into an already red eye
and is the only thing they can see about me
except they see it as a nice touch
instead of irritating.
All the ideas that I
proud of reverberate,
perhaps, for a moment;
waiting to be seen,
needing to be seen,
Their pale corpses pile up on my shoulders
until I can barely move.
I can hide them away, sure,
to find someone with the same
in the closet.
You Shall Hear No More Of MeI write to you this letterYou Shall Hear No More Of Me9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To say that things will never, ever get better
Things aren't looking up for me
They're looking down like the stairway to all of someone's agony
And even just when I think I have had enough
You keep calling and calling to see if I've done something with my life
Yet you can't do anything with yours
You just sit on your tail and expect me to do the job for you
You don't understand
Just what I'm going through
You don't seem to realize
That I'll never be you
You don't understand
My pain, my suffering
So by the time I finish writing
You shall hear no more of me
I write to you this letter
And pray to God that things will get better
I don't know why I do this with my pen
Perhaps maybe because you can't drive far enough to come and see me
So how I live with myself
I'll be truthful with you, it's a mystery
To wonder how you'd forget everything I am
And go about your life by thinking that I never lived
I know that I would rather die
Than to see my kin desert me
I know t