The Zephyr and the StormOdyssey into 2012The Zephyr and the Storm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chapter 8: The Zephyr and the Storm
Time is but the storm, my love, nothing more; but you—
you are the Zephyr, the wind that carries the storm.
The words still rang in her ears like so many church bells,
a clarion thunder announcing the birth of some false prophet.
After all this time, she couldn't possibly be the Zephyr—
but she was. She could feel it.
And if she let herself, she knew she would carry this storm
off the edge of the world, and then next year would never come—
tomorrow would never come. No, it was too much power for her.
The storm would end in Tokyo.
"You're doing the right thing," he tried to assure her.
With a wave of his hand, another gate opened.
She pulled him close, gave him her last kiss. "I love you.
A Deal And A HandshakeA Deal And A Handshake4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Snapping awake in the dead of night, I hear him. He's calling to me again but the tone has changed. What a wonderful voice; soft and melodious like a song. Its not even real. Its in my mind.
Nonetheless, I go to him. After looking into the abyss for too long, something has finally returned my gaze.
Still partly in a dream state, a small scared voice screaming in protest, I dress quickly and leave out the back door with the distinct feeling that I'll never return again, at least not the same.
A colossal force is shifting on my behalf. Its cold intellect throbs like clockwork in my skull.
The wind is breathless with anticipation and sentinel oaks and other trees are like ink paintings against the icy sky. I don't know why I'm listening. It is a bad thing to do. The old me wouldn't approve. But its...so wonderful. Surely something that puts off such soothing vibes doesn't deserve
FallenI fellFallen2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the Heavens
For my sins
Between the mortals
I am an angel
With broken wings
I can't fly anymore
I can only
While I try to hide
My own misery
Odyssey into 2012 Chapter 1 EntryThere was a subtle throb in her head as she tried to catch breath she didn't know she'd lost. A glance downward provided a clue: altitude. She was standing on clouds. Frosty vanilla clouds shimmered an eyeful of reply to the translucent skin of her bare feet. She started forward. A quick peek; a structure began to show through the mist.Odyssey into 2012 Chapter 1 Entry3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As she drew near, her lips parted in awe. Before her was a gold-framed building with the look of a palace but the size of a single-story house. Excitement filled her stomach for a moment of solid ground's retreat. She raced through the entry and let the hardened skin of her toes embrace the thick glass floor with a twirl. Her eyes, however, were unprepared for the busy sight of a room of mirrors. The flash of her reflection from every angle knocked her flat on her back with a surprised laugh.
Getting up from her knees, she noticed gold lacy texture under the glass: a symbol, "Reflection". She stepped up to a mirror. Her clothes were tattered, but still
Questioning myselfAll these memoriesQuestioning myself5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are they even mine?
I can't remember
I feel lost in my life
Who am I
And what am I doing?
What's even the point
In this sad life?
Odyssey Into 2012: KyotoShe had a strange, powerful feeling in her left hand, it felt more dexterous than her right. Like it had a purpose. Her hair felt rigid... and burned, had her hair been scorched before she landed on this abandoned street in Tokyo? Maybe the paper would give her answers... she ran her long, slender fingers across the scrap of paper, it smelt of intrigue and mystery. She liked mystery, it was a constantly blowing wind leading to new and exciting places, Kyoto sounded like an exciting place. Suddenly frightened, she paused midbreath, her vision blurred..Odyssey Into 2012: Kyoto3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Kyoto. How did I think of that?".
The blurring subsided and then she found out as she looked down, the words on the paper were changing. Tokyo was quickly rearranging itself in to the word Kyoto. Oh god, oh god -- OH GOD?
Who was god? Why was she remembering all these random snippets of unexplored information? Was she regaining her memory? The blurring came back, then it went but then it returned again! A shooting pain
MutualismListenMutualism2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staying aliveI feel like a loserStaying alive3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the world is my enemy
Like I can't do anything right
I want it to end
I feel like giving up
But I can't
I must keep fighting
I must stay alive
Hidden in the darkLiving in the shadowHidden in the dark5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Embracing the darkness
Hiding my true self
From this cruel world
This is my way
This is my life
And it will be
Life Cold...Life8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is all that
We keep living
The giftThe circumstances of one's birthThe gift8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are simply irrelevant to the world
What really counts is what one does
With the wonderful gift that is life
Purifying flamesThe fire burnsPurifying flames3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reducing me to ashes
And all my mistakes
My life was filthy
But my death is pure
Two sidesA dark lifeTwo sides5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Full of secrets
Behind closed doors
A cheerful smile
Empty and fake
So others won't worry
on how to wage war*on how to wage war7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is only one thing you need to win a war:
the right weapon
flaunt your arsenal.
being underestimated is overestimated
snakes are charmed
dogs are trained
(once you show up)
the other half of the battle
is the actual battle
calling a truce is like using a rifle for a pogo stick
the enemy of your enemy
is a rival not a friend
there are few things more perfect or satisfying
than a single shot point blank
carnage is the measure of damage
if your sniper arm shakes
opt for napalm
you will witness horrible things being done
you will have horrible things done to you
and you will do horrible things
you will love it
it will hurt
Questions and thoughtsWhy was I born?Questions and thoughts8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I exist?
Why am I so miserable?
Questions with no answer
Tormenting my mind
As I endure
The pain and suffering
Of a life with no joy
A pathetic life
Of solitude and despair
And without a light
To guide me to happiness
Happiness that is but a dream
That will never come true
Making me wonder
Why do I still fight
And why do I still try
Wouldn't it be much better
To give it up?
To let it go?
My broken heart is divided
Everything tells me
To put an end to it all
But there's that little bit of hope
That somehow keeps me alive
Duality of DespairDarkness calls forth my deepest desires,Duality of Despair1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
making me tremble with need.
The song of blade and blood,
the trigger of despair-
Nothing can deter my sorrow.
Light beckons back,
but Darkness calls forward.
Forever I sway between the two.
Is there a way to appease my inner demons?
Can Light really dispel years of inner scars?
I want to know.
Can I change the person I've been for so long?
Can I be remade to Shine?
How can I have self worth,
when I know I'll never be enough?
Why a mistake like me was called into being is beyond my knowledge.
All I've desired is to undo the mistake that is me.
Is there another way?
A way to earn my life?
A way to deserve to live?
For so long I have felt unworthy.
Even now I cannot understand.
Others see something or someone within me.
Someone to care about or admire.
When I look inside,
Darkness and shattered pieces are all I see.
I can love,
but accepting love is harder.
I can hate,
but only myself.
The eternal question of why haunts me.
Why am I here?
Love and shardsYour warm lightLove and shards5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaches for my heart
A call for love
A great passion
But you can't touch it
It's broken and darkened
And the sharp shards
Will break your skin
You'll have to wait
While I pick up the pieces
And put them together
So someday loving me will be safe
Our FlawsFlawed, imperfectOur Flaws5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all are
But that's OK
That's what makes us
Who we are:
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
LightThe darkest of daysLight5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Becomes happy and bright
When I see you
You are my light
The only one
Who can save me
Please hear my plea
Listen to my words
And let me try to make you feel
The way you make me feel
DriftingMarkings on the wallDrifting8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning inside my brain
And driving me insane
I fight and I scream
But it's no use, it seems
Madness will take over
And claim me as a prisioner
RebirthIn a life where dreams are nothingRebirth6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a world where hopes are gone
People keep themselves alive
Without moving forward
For they have no option
For they have no choice
But to keep their heads down, always
They must always obey
They must always be gentle
They must always behave
And never complain
And never, ever try to change
For the punishment is severe
However, in that world lives a person
That is different from the rest
A young girl, pale, small and simple
But full of energy and life
She still has many dreams
She still has many hopes
And she wants others to feel the same
She’s very poor
She’s all alone in that cruel world
She doesn’t have a family
She doesn’t have any friends
Nor even a real home where to live
But she has a lot of willpower
The willpower to change the world
So she spreads her word with a smile
Among all the mindless drones
But they refuse to listen
They simply don’t care
That’s the way they’re programed
And they know she
Pain is PoisonMy memories control me,Pain is Poison5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
unable to see reality.
My mascara smears,
as my eyes fill with tears.
My smile becomes forced,
filled with remorse.
But you think I'm okay,
As long as I act a certain way.
Is this what I've truly become?
I thought I was stronger,
but people break,
if pushed to their limits.
How much pain,
a person can take,
Sorrow is coursing through me,
absorbing my energy.