My blood houses the melody,
My skin the harmony,
My being the complete symphony
I am the creator and the created,
The art and the artist
Sounds creating a vast canvas in my mind
It’s painterly waves submit imprints
Increasing tenfold in sharp echoes
While floating and drifting through tandem thoughts
Stringed voices dance through my striatum
Overwhelming and audible, all I can do is
Compositions of no other kind inhabit and entwine
Makeshift life folds into misty transparencies
I’m never by myself
When I have myself with me
Finding a friend I need,
Who understands how I feel
Expresses what my words cannot,
Makes my unseen feelings real
Fills my soul with such richness,
Reaches in the very depth of me
Suddenly bringing me out of this melancholy,
Or giving it peacefully back to me
Walking through city streets,
This feels like home
Through these alleys I wander and roam
Painting on concrete walls,
Expressing the bitter and sweet
I know w
Life is but a string of breathsLife is but a string of breathsLife is but a string of breaths2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woven over time.
Some are short and broken,
Some dazzling and fine.
Each moment is unique and new,
Though some should be forgotten.
And every strand of memory
Should be treasured, never trodden.
The Musings of a Writer The pen hovered over a simple sheet of paper, the only marks on it being red and blue lines meant to keep foreign markings from shifting off their destined course. Yet the lines felt as if they had no purpose on this night because there were no dark markings to guide towards a path that would lead to so many possibilities. The truth, however, was more cruel than what an innocent bystander would have thought if they were passing by the coverless windows and, by chance, looked into the darkened room with only a single candle burning, giving little light for the person hidden in shadow that appeared to be leaning over a simple desk covered by pages of unused paper, a single pen with ink like the night sky in their hand. The very page set before the shadowed figure was the very same page that was void of any sign of use for several months. This simple yet terrible fact was the silver pendulum swinging over the writer’s head like thThe Musings of a Writer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
JamesLoving you,James2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
was like loving the snow.
You burnt ice cold,
and you always took my breath away,
but left me sprawling
on the ground,
when I realized
the dream had melted.
Everything You AreI've never been this close to heavenEverything You Are2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've never known a love like this
I've never touched this side of happiness
In all the life I've lived
You’re that one in a million
The wish upon a star
Everything I've ever wanted
Is everything you are
Astrali'm the seraphicAstral1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hallowed body
like i am hellbent on
DanceWeaving, twisting, bobbing as a seaDance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unhesitating to meet the fiercest gaze
Lifting hands, conjoined for fractional seconds
Breaking and joining, flowing and flying
We are but golden strands of finest silk
Floating in the gentle breeze
Waving goodbye to the iridescent light
From which we came
Each turn a reckless choice
Each revolution a heady decision
Graceful artists, pondering destiny
Light streaming through with every stroke
So you can dance
In this elegant ballroom of brief eternity
Dance before you fade to the dark
Bright as a blazing star
In all its triumphant glory
Because to truly capture that essence of life
You must dance with it
And so we dance
Because we were made to
And we know little else
Laments of TwilightThose seasons famished in myriad dreams;Laments of Twilight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long of quests in realms of Fae ...
For yet a feast of forest wine I would adorn,
Or beyond pleasures dressed in valleys rich
Gardens of sweet Avalon digress —
Where thy gaze painted embers in my soul
Unto her lore, I pursue and caress
To Autumn’s decree a world hath been slain!
Then Nature’s magick whispered above:
‘And forever the stars shall wander untamed,
like a fable of thieves lost in the wind’
Laments of twilight sweep with promise ~
And over the enchanted I hath prevail’d!
Where I am but a dream, within her dream
— Arthur Crow © 2013
PhoenixPhoenixPhoenix2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ruby red, rose-cheeked,
Crimson feathers' flames peak--
Auburn angel, ginger greed,
Sunset surely can't succeed
Mango marshes, golden glare,
Forever is such lady fair
Sweet song, soft skin,
Kindness is to you akin
Ebony-eyed, etched gray smile,
Vivacious conqueror of all things vile
Maroon martyr, majestic mirage,
Bombarded with a saint's barrage
Twisting fate with all her tricks
Is the feathered, fiery, fierce p h o e n i x
Where The Impossible Tries To BeTake me to a place, she said;Where The Impossible Tries To Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my dreams no longer see.
My heart is breaking, my will is gone;
I'm not who I used to be.
Show me the place you can only see once;
a world for just you and me.
Take me there, to that place;
where the impossible tries to be.
Where the light and the dark share their love;
where the sun and the moon dance above.
A place where the grass and wind
become the sea;
and splash their waves all over me.
Clouds are colors that become the sky;
taste them as they pass on by.
A place where Angels go to cry;
and tears rain down from cold clear sky's.
I'll look up sadly through the rain;
and understand the worlds pain.
so please don't let me fall asleep;
and die for a world i cannot keep.
but don't dare wake me if i dream;
You'll rip our world at its seams.
she left for the place that transcends time;
she'll live forever and ever mine.
a place i will never get to see,
because this world won't let me be.
I can only imagine.
oh so bitterly,
about the place;
Where The Impossi
Newlywed Life His heartNewlywed Life1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
~ Just Married ~
Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Sticks and Stones1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Silence does a better job.
My Muse Has Left MeWhen she departs from my grace,My Muse Has Left Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
Ten Reasons Why...1. When you couldn’t sleep the night before because you were too busy thinking about her, but you don’t even mind.Ten Reasons Why...1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. When you can’t find your car keys to leave his house and he says, “Well, sweetheart, I guess you’re stuck with me.”
3. When you get in a fight with her but can’t stay mad ‘cause she’s just too damn cute.
4. When he kisses you on the forehead and you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.
5. When you’re holding hands with her and your friends are around, laughing at you—but it doesn’t matter anymore because, hell, you’re in love!
6. When you watch him tickle his little sister and think how he’d make a great father one day.
7. When you wish you could wake up every morning beside her and realize you’re already there.
8. When he smiles at the world with a cute, cocky grin like he knows as long as you’re together, nothing else matters, and you can’
What Rape Can't Tell YouHe parrots the word, over and over until it sticksWhat Rape Can't Tell You3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the bruises on schoolchildren's hands, when they realize purple hurts more than red
While others mourn the translation lost in between
The definition he wrote
And what they want to scream to the world.
All you know is a word,
The hell hidden beneath it is nothing
But the trace of a memory that doesn't belong
To you, and you're so glad it isn't yours
Because then that pain can just be a word,
A beautiful illusion of pretend-this-doesn't-happen and
You deserve prettier words, better words, you think
Ones that stay silent, can be hidden across a page
Victimless and longer than the four letters they warn you about
You don't know how that word is strung
Or why they tie chords around their wrists
In protest, why the memories they drag are drugged and
Filthy with the crimes that can't be forgiven
You don't know how that syllable can hurt,
What it can do
You don't see the gashes in their organs
Or the fissures tha
Our Words.Epilogues before prologues––Our Words.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
These stories only make sense in reverse.
Tear-tainted-table tops, where tattered pages fly.
An abandoned desk overlooks the open window, what a breathtaking view.
A homely typewriter nests the ultimate-– in it’s inanimate soul.
Shards of sunlight seep through the pale meshed curtains, flying playfully with the inked pages.
We write and die tonight.
We write and die tonight.
We’re all just stories, aren’t we?
Some are long, others short, some crazy and others mundane.
The thing is, we’re also the authors.
Life’s just inspiration, isn’t it?
––For the final masterpiece; act three.
We write and die tonight.
We write and die tonight.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
SignsThe pens, neglected on the floor,Signs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The empty art book, hidden away,
The camera, stashed in the corner...
The broken watch on the table,
The stacks of unfinished projects,
The soft, squishy teddy bear
and the playlists, forever on repeat,
All saying the things she dare not tell.
skinny.For the first time in a while,skinny.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't stop to weigh myself on my way out of my bathroom;
Rather, I simply stared at my skeletal frame in the large wall mirror and asked
"Why did I eat tonight?".
Not to say I didn't consider it thoroughly-
a full ten-minutes' deliberation concluded that I probably didn't want to know.
I glanced longingly down at the toilet, craving to inch my bony fingers down my throat
just one more time,
but I guess I just don't have the energy anymore.
Besides, the taste of that scorching mix of acid and blood had gotten old all too long ago.
(and the questionings that always followed; I leave the tap on too long for mother's liking)
The shirt that had been just right when I bought it a month ago hung from my shoulders,
hiding evidence that my lungs were still living
as I took another shallow breath.
Maybe in another ten pounds I'll love myself,
but not a moment sooner.
Senseless.I didn't fall in love with you; I tripped over your facade.Senseless.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You weren't my other half; I was whole all along.
Love isn't blind; it's senseless.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
To the Boy Who Likes PoetryHe was a maze of metaphorsTo the Boy Who Likes Poetry9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she didn't mind
getting lost in him
Monday Morning (I Know)It was mentioned casuallyMonday Morning (I Know)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the breakfast table:
“A boy from school
committed suicide last night.
Did you know him?”
I know the way
the night sky wrapped itself
around his shoulders
and ripped itself away,
and how to him, light-years
were a measure of time
and not of distance.
I know that darkness
was darker for him,
and that light was
always too bright.
I know that smiling was painful
in all seventeen muscles,
and that it was a relief
I know that he carried
the depression on his shoulders,
and that he spent half the day
hiding it away from everyone,
and the other half
wishing somebody would notice.
I know that he was the best actor,
and that everyone believed
that his eyes sparkled from happiness
and not from tears.
I know that he was so good,
he never had to lie and say
“I’m fine,” because
nobody ever asked.
I also know that today, the halls
will echo with silence
and the occasional small cry,
courtesy of the people
who never really knew hi
SpoilersI've always liked finding out the endings first.Spoilers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I grab a new book, kiss
the stark black ink with my eyelashes
and flip straight to the last pages, wanting
to find out
who lives and who lies,
who loves and who dies,
to find out
what I should be afraid of.
Well, I wrote and rewrote us
endings galore, love,
trying to keep up with
the plot twists hidden in
your smiles, trying
to think of words and worlds
beautiful, brilliant enough
to keep you reading us til the very end.
But you flipped me back to adventures,
and you kissed my eyelids shut
whenever I tried to see, and you
let me ink our stories
on pages made of noonday suns
and songs heard through faulty earphones.
So we curled up to read
the story of us,
and we blazed through the chapters together
until we came to the very last one -
and then you took the words
and you read them out to me, watching
as I broke,
cracked like a book spine and faded
like dedications on a flyleaf -
you recited all the goodbyes
perfectly, and you whispere