MountainsI'm standing in the valley
Up around me are the mountains
Seated there like thrones
My faith is so small
That I can't seem to move em
They stay rock solid..
But why can't I now?
Is it my faith thats wrong?
Or is it that they belong?
Still, so stuck am I...
Staring at the mountains
That I can't see your grace
For the train of your robe
Is filling the heavens
And you are seated on your throne...
Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,Dear justagirl6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.
You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.
Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "hello"s and "how are you?"s. You refuse to see less than all there truly is.
I wish that others would let you know, and maybe someday you'll figure it out. Because I know the truth. Can't you just once try to see who you really are?
Music in the FireBut there is music,Music in the Fire7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in the fires and flames.
It gurgles and dances
With every flickering light.
And the music is soft,
But grander than the sun.
The words to which are lost
In the dance that is never
Learned nor taught to anyone.
Even the ashes dance
With a wordless joy,
And the wood gives light
For its silent harmonies.
Remember all the days long done
And all the time we've never had.
Remember the air, as it burns
With a heat now harsh, now soft.
And all the words spoken above
The flames. That's the dance,
And the music of our time.
That is the hour spent "wasting"
Away. And yet still more meaning
is left there than anywhere else.
Truth Is What You'll Findthe truth is, i never really know.Truth Is What You'll Find5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't know what i'm feeling,
or why my heart skips three beats
when she walks down hallways
that i've never even seen.
the truth is, that somedays i
feel like i'm holding air,
bottling feelings till they explode.
whispering secrets to the night sky
and wishing i could feel.
i don't know what i'm not saying,
and i wish that i could hold her.
but that can't happen. it's not possible.
i can't be there when the sun sets;
all this fear is seeping out
of the wholes that i thought
i closed up so very long ago.
and i don't know what to think.
the truth is: i don't know
the secret is: i wish i did
you wanted the truth, so
the truth is what you'll find.
The Letter NnThe Letter N6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nightsky dreams and
never spoken whispers:
the many meanings
attached to peopleplacesthings.
echoes of wisdom
found in the emptiness
between the stars:
beginnings of a definition
of who someone ought to be.
Is there any power in a name?
Yesterday You Never KnewTell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,Yesterday You Never Knew7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The yesterday you never knew.
Let the skies wash away in loneliness,
And the air breathe with your heart.
Remember tomorrow as you move
Through the days gone by,
And dance with the bitter joy
That comes when yesterday was tomorrow.
Today is the moment,
Eternity stretched across
The singularity of time.
It's never ceasing, and ever present,
Yet always never here.
Fleeting faster than the light,
And dancing more joyously
Than we ever could.
Tell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,
The yesterday you never knew.
Rewind TimeI gaze into yourRewind Time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crystalline eyes and
wish I could turn back the
to the time when
you loved me
as much as I loved
(but you always say that clocks
can't be turned back.
if you're right.)
Malicious smiles and
you're not the person
you started out
who you were
before this all went
I never noticed before now
but I miss the
sweet whispers of,
"I love you,"
and your eyes;
your beautiful eyes.
would be so much easier
than all this regret
I keep pent up inside
and all the memories
I force myself
to lock away.
(I keep them locked tight
in the locket you gave me.)
Starlit DreamStarlight dancerStarlit Dream6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the moonbright windowsill,
with delicate lace-tendrils
twined against her tender frame.
Whispers of moonlight
float across her eyes,
smothering the sunset
amidst her frosted gaze.
She hears the sound
Of sundown and sunrise,
amidst the colors in
her tired eyes.
ballerinas pirouette their illusions
to nature's lightening strike,
beneath her ebony, shadow sky,
with shooting stars spelling dreams.
Dreams of words and colors,
and whispers of wonder.
with hollow gems of tear-water
wrapping around her cheekbone.
her dreams are slipping away.
dreamcolordreams are just the pigmentdreamcolor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in which reality is painted
Just LettersBut I'm just letters,Just Letters6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you'll never see.
I'm just words typed
On a blank screen,
The shining bright white
Staring back at me.
Numbers dialing nowhere
Won't reach me,
And whispered "iloveyous"
On the radio signal
Can't reach into
The Faraday cage that
I call my heart.
Cause I'm just a deaf man,
Lying on the backstreet,
Hoping there is no one
Mistaking me for dead:
But you've known
That's all I am inside.
Broken HeartsBroken heartsBroken Hearts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't be mended
With a stolen hammer,
Nor fixed with
Into the crest
Wishing for an end.
But it never comes.
That nameless fear:
On the back
Of unrelenting sorrow.
Fall into your hands,
Where words craft
A bridge to nowhere.
That's exactly where you are.
Words, Words, WordsWords, words, words..Words, Words, Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a wonderful weapon,
Says the little devil
Floating beside our shoulders.
What are these bones?
They're not quite brittle
Won't they ever hurt enough
But hearts, warm hearts
Now those, those are
Easy to break, and twist,
And tear so that
Ripe blood drips everywhere.
It is with words that we are broken,
And with anger that we shatter.
No amount of broken bones
Could ever hurt like
A broken heart
daylight starsalways where you need to bedaylight stars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glittering sunshine into winter woods
and breathing summer into autumn days
always where i wish i were
waiting on a dawnlight never comes
never comes never comes
always right here where my heart
wisheswisheswishes she could be
in the midst of daylightstars
Cure found in SilenceSilence is the cure,Cure found in Silence6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and the most deadly poison,
for a broken heart.
Even the...Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.Even the...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even the right way is a crime.
Even the darkness sounds a chime.
Even the circles look like lines.
Even the sweet things taste like limes.
Even the hurting seem so fine.
Even the thirsty pay a dime.
Even the hungry cannot dine.
Even the water tastes like brine.
Even the acid looks like wine.
Even the boots can't make the climb.
Even the freedom seems to bind.
Even my thoughts can't stop my mind.
Even my faith shall fail sometimes.
Echoing HeartUpon this grassy slope I sing,Echoing Heart9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These praises in my heart I bring.
Above me, I can glance the sky,
Where angels praise the Lord on high.
The sunset slowly falls afore
Like sweet Heaven's open door.
The words I sing shall break my heart,
As they split it all apart.
Shattered, here I sit,
I even almost try to quit.
Friends around me change my mind
These ties are strong, they seem to bind.
I cannot leave Thee
Though it shall try me
This love is far to strong
Nothing ever can go wrong.
For you are the Lord of me
Nothing I have can equal Thee.
So, shall I praise You to the end?
Or stand up from bended knee?
Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughtsWateredup Phrases6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.
i still remember those starlit nightskies
and whispered iloveyous found beaten
on the corners of broken curbs.
i can't escape these thoughtsideaswords
that shine from your moonlight eyes:
i am whispered conversations in a smile.
Words left unsaidone.Words left unsaid6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I wish you could see that you aren't empty. You're not worthless. But everytime you say it, you just forget a little bit more. I can't hold you up forever. I won't always be around.
[You have to learn to live your own life, I can't keep doing it for you]
I still remember those sun drenched days, and starry nights. I still remember your voice, and the words we used to say. And sometimes I still remember the regret and pain. I try not to, but I can't help it. I prayed for you the other night. I wish you weren't so gone, even when you're not.
[How can so much regret remain?]
I wish I could understand this thing called a heart. Because I know I don't get mine. You've been gone so long. All I want is to hear you say hello. But I can't. You're never here.
[Whatever here means...]
You always get so upset when we
Here We AreAnd here I stand again,Here We Are6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispering words I know
that she will never hear:
It's drowned out by a
shriveling darkness of words
so harsh and broken.
When I speak of beauty,
she hears shouts of emptiness.
When I whisper love,
she only finds hatred
The Letter AaThe Letter A6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a beginning of letters
advanced into words.
words arranged by phrases
attached to afterthoughts
of a sentence
this is the allowance
Why do we often ignore a beginning?
Washed in BloodWashed in bloodWashed in Blood6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will you ever be set free,
Of pain so great
in your bitter heart?
Wishing and waiting
Someday to find
That your Justice
I'm not saying
that what he did
But was I?
We have tongues
Hands of Iron
and Fists of steel.
Words now soft
and ever pleasing to the ear
are turned to Poison
in the whispers of
Hatred and Despair
Smack went the Hammer,
As Thunk went the Nail.
It was my hand, your hand, Our hands
That drove it home.
Sonnet 3words are like the colors of paint run drySonnet 36 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like summer and starlight carved in my dreams
whispers of wonder in ruby red skies
alike the sounds of my broken heart theme
my color full thoughts came out black and white
on parchment paper dipped in lostsoul ink.
found in the shape of the autumn bird's flight
lost in the middle of my cold heart blink
empty lettered moments in bright eyed stares
broken by the lyrics in a love song
i've got nothing left, but why should I care
with no more words left since it's been this long
not even giving this just one more try
when words are the colors of paint run dry
Lost Hearts - Collabdear journal,Lost Hearts - Collab5 years ago in General More Like This
i know i haven't written anything to you in a long while. it's been a hard week and an even worse year. i hope you don't mind. i know you won't. it's just... i feel cold all over. i stopped bleeding ink when i get hurt. can you find my heart? yesterday, i think she drowned in the river.
Dear boy with ice for blood,
Please don't hate me, but I couldn't save her.
It was a Sunday night and I was tired. We struggled near the pier. She was shaking and screaming, she told me it wasn't worth it, she told me you didn't love her anymore. Her hands tasted like fire and her eyes were glaciers, and I sizzled and fell to ash.
I couldn't hold her back. I'm sorry.
don't tell me that! i need to believe that i can wake up and she'll be here. it's all that keeps my blood thawed enough to breathe. i wish.... i don't know. i never know what i want. it's not fair. maybe someday these words will bring he