My Muse Has Left MeWhen she departs from my grace,
My palette dries in her wake,
Devoid of livelihood for now,
With dull words to fill my tray,
For now I paint a portrait,
With no wings of my own,
I am yet to be grown,
For she alone floats me high,
She alone carries the brush;
Strokes colours unto the night,
Filling the empty artist with,
Her sweet kiss of silvery light.
So I lay now in wait,
Under rainbows left gray,
To taste the honey of her life,
Dripping like nectar from rose-soft lips,
Pressed tight as a clamp unto mine,
Breathing into me a laced love letter,
Sighed: To the artist; From: The divine.
IntrovertDefending by the means of pretend,Introvert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your shield is crafted of glass,
Hero of your own fortress,
Yet you are contained,
Wearing your chains,
Of tears and silver,
A prince of sand,
Govern your winds with precision,
Lest your tapestry come undone,
Giving way to the sun,
Unraveling into the day,
And that day is yours,
Fear it not.
LonelinessI sit here and think of you.Loneliness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes it seems that's all I do.
Loneliness is all that I feel.
It almost seems like you're not real.
To hold you close would be bliss.
To feel your warmth, your touch, your kiss.
It drives me crazy that you're not here,
And won't be for a whole year.
Being with you is all that I see,
But until then, loneliness will engulf me.
FeederPaper has the metabolism of a hummingbirdFeeder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And an insatiable appetite for sorrow keeps it
Soaring from feeder to feeder filled with dreams of something sweeter.
Words perch on thin lines of your attention span
Resting for a spell, what with the
Tension of pretension tensing their tendons,
It's no wonder flightless birds sing like shit too.
Not a peep
Nor pip, nor squeak, nor crow
All goes hush
In the bindings of a ringed scribblers margin.
If it were ten years ago, maybe,
You would be writing love stories in doodles of dinosaurs
with laser eyes and handle-bar mustaches,
But now you take notes.
Highlight the important bits
Like how that wouldn't be possible
Because dinosaurs can't grow facial hair.
You've lost your imagination.
Everything is straight row
Two columned and justified.
The irony in that is that there's no ground for it.
Only up-drafts and a faint realization worming it's way into conscientiousness;
That things aren't as fun as they used to be.
And maybe I'm the foolish one f
Passion and HomocideHold tight, love.Passion and Homocide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My wind's a strong one
A slip of your grip,
Well that's all it takes
For me to snatch all possibilities
Watch them blow away
Only smoke and odor their proof.
Bundle up, love.
Here comes the cold one
Thunder shakes the ground
Hell isn't hot,
As it rains from the sky.
Does love make exceptions?
Falls to their knees,
This moment is ours.
"Don't cry, love"
As if you could hear.
Close your eyes.
Wrong is right.
For can we deny eternity
Bound ribbons around our hearts?
Sure yours now lies speechless
Still without voice.
Your body motionless,
Cold with my crime.
And so said the Devil,
The Girl and the Pink BicycleThere was a girl I saw todayThe Girl and the Pink Bicycle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who sat there upon a pink bicycle
She giggled as her hair flew in the wind
Her eyes were as wide as cherries
I listened to the people as I walked past
Of how adorable she looked in her dress
Riding upon that pink bicycle
Just perfect and just right for a little girl.
One said to the other
That the color pink was a wonderful pick
For someone like that little girl.
She was a girl after all, and she enjoyed her toy
But no one told her that she could choose.
She could choose between the greens and the blues
And the golds and the reds at the cycling shop
A store that sold bikes of all sizes and shapes
But her daddy said, "Dear, why don't you get this one? It's pink."
And perfect for a little girl like her.
But her daddy didn't know
And wouldn't be able to see the woman
That she would turn out to be.
A day forward, a year, or a century from now
The world will see her in Congress
In places where mostly men reside
So that she can find her voice
One SipSince that night, I have believed in love at first song.One Sip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darling, you stirred your voice into the coffeehouse scents;
It carried notes of inspiration and the flavor of your soul.
Your words trickled down my throat, and I savored their warmth.
There was no bitterness, no dregs- just your heart poured out.
I abandoned my cup to follow, “hello” scalding my tongue.
I'm The New SatanStop it SatanI'm The New Satan2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re burning a hole
Now you’re dragging me back down
So you can steal my soul
What a beautiful creation
It took all of God’s love
Such a beautiful sight could only come from above
But he is destroying it
With those laser beam eyes
Setting fire to everything
Everything that was once beautiful
Is meeting its demise
Good and evil
Is there really a way to tell?
Light or dark
You’ll always end up in hell
Stop it Satan
I can barely breathe
What’s the point of living
If everyone you love is gone and you grieve?
You’re holding me here
You’re torturing me
With your claws at my throat
You’ll let my demons free
The demons are on my side
I’m sorry to let you know
I’m their new master
Now away to darkness you go
Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,Love is a Phoenix2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
As it stubbornly clings to life
The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.
It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.
It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.
Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born again, anew and free.
EqualityYou wouldn’t know what it’s likeEquality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be hated for how you feel
Left out like you’re broken
As worthless as you reveal
Because you’re considered normal
People don’t hate the conformists
People believe everything has to be done a certain way
They bash on you if you’re gay
They hate you if you’re different than them
In any “unnatural” way
Different people sin differently
That doesn’t mean you’re better
No matter what you say
Equality among all
No matter.. short or tall
No matter.. gay or straight
No matter.. black or white
This isn’t a reason to start a fight
Everyone should have the same rights
What if you were the abnormal one?
Stared down for how you feel
Hated for being real
Rejected for being you
Broken to where you can’t heal?
Side effectAs soon as we start to pump blood through our veinsSide effect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our fate has been sealed
there is no escape, no sweet relief to lift the weight
Our life will end
where many try to evade this fact, or to beautify it
so many seem obsessed with long lives
as if to justify the poor quality of it
the truth is, life is what you make of it, or what you let it make you
The life where one is dominated by one's thoughts
the fear of losing everything one has ever known
The life where nothing comprehensible can be made from all the events
that constitute one's life
The struggle where one does no longer know what is one's thought
Or what is one's fear
The true horror that strikes home when, one realizes that
One has become the monster
The struggle wherein we lose what we held so dear
The utter numbness now left to feel
looking back at the times when one was free of thought
the emptiness that swallows us whole
depression is just a side effect of living
BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
Self-medicatedA cracked, dry dustland over my eyes,Self-medicated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Parched without a drop of slumber,
Red with my high,
Not a breath of herb,
Just the smoke of disdain,
The tunnel has caved,
With only your blame,
Self medicated on hate,
Spin me insane.
Shriveled and died,
At the sound of your name,
Silent and cold,
Drenched and betrayed,
You tossed the match,
Commence the flames,
Convert respect into ash,
Ash into disdain.
I'm Not What You ExpectThere's not much in life I overlookI'm Not What You Expect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although my looks deceive
But when you take a closer look,
It's not hard to believe
The war I waged against my mind
(The war it nearly won)
In the words of a rather well-known band-
"Slow conversations with a gun".
My jaded eyes give not a clue
The struggles fought within
But after all that I've been through
I'm gaining ground again
Learning to control your mind
Takes more than just a brain
All the escapes that you can find
Won't help you fix the pain
Keep this in mind as you envision me
Whatever your label of choice
Wannabe "emo poet" or "deadbeat hippie"
You read my words, but don't hear my voice
Art is art, emotions set loose
And I create from mine
And when my words have found their use
If you want to judge me, fine
The Kind of GirlI’m the girl who swallows bulletsThe Kind of Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And paints petrol over stars,
I’m a girl that sits atop the moon
And hopes she’s gone too far,
This kind of girl screams love letters
She dreams in black and white,
The kind of girl who runs in orbit
In the poetry of nights.
I'm the kind of girl who laughs at pain
A girl to hurt and love,
I'm the kind of girl who tries too much
A vision in the dirt.
© 2013 themagpiepoet
Lasting Impressions.It crossed my mindLasting Impressions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lingered there
Like footprints in concrete
It invaded my heart
Made it home
Like a bird nesting
It lifted my soul
On waxen wings
I flew too close
Now I ask myself
My eyes closed
Was it worth it?
SmokeSuspended water,Smoke2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Branches stretching to the sky,
Airy hands climb high.
Almost...Almost to the endAlmost...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before I ever saw the start,
Close to the heavens and yet I...
Didn't see any stars.
Each and every moment passed
Faster than falling sand,
Going under, grabbing onto...
His now distant, earthly hand.
I wish I would have realized
Just a while before death came
Knowing would have changed so much...
Leaving only me to blame.
apart.and I was sitting in the gutterapart.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after trying for the fourth night in a row
to drown you along with
all my other ghosts
and the church
was across the street
cross lit up high in the sky
and it felt
like the complete
opposite of salvation.
it was 4am
and with the neon blue
shining in my eye line
i realised i was alone
i was utterly alone
in the saddest way possible.
An Icarian DreamYour matchless beauty is the reflectionAn Icarian Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the fruition of my mind’s perfection
A figure unflawed; that moves like a dream
A mystic splendor; renders me speechless
I’m completely enticed; helplessly held
By a trance that is only your allure
To make it mine, the necessary step
But it’s evanescently fleeting to me
Every word you speak, a sweet rhapsody
With an angelic beam, so becoming
Only divine artistry could fashion
A living masterpiece such as yourself
With each breath you take, you take mine away
Your sweet scent makes my longing heart flutter
A night made sleepless by vast pondering
A day made by beholding your being
This incipient enchantment a snag
Unless the celestial bodies align
To where your soul is written in my stars
And my life’s fate is woven into yours
I look for sleep to find you in a dream
I see your loveliness and gorgeousness;
xsuch an infinitesimal amountx2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of forgotten language
found only in shuddering touch
breaking waves or
lapping tides beneath
stronger than the fleeting gaze
you can’t hold
that moment between stolen
mugged and beaten glances
when both crash as last
to intersect as we should