Words CanWords can never be as
the colours blending together in the sky nor
the brightness in a smile.
Words can never say
Everything an action can;
the first kiss (on the cheek)
the resulting blush.
Be many things
Said in so many ways
And endless number of combinations
Stretching towards an incomprehensible infinity but
They can never be
What so many others
snowflake kisses"Hey, if raindrops are tears, what are snowflakes?"snowflake kisses1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah. You know, softly falling, gently melting under warmth."
"You have a point. But what about blizzards then? I wouldn't call that falling softly."
"Blizzards would be the sort of kiss that blocks out the world, to the point where there's nothing but the kiss."
Laughter. "You're a romantic, you know that?"
"I prefer to call myself a realist with romantic thoughts. Like, raindrops are the tears of Sky when it misses Earth. And snowflakes are its reminder to Earth that they are still in love."
"So, the earth and sky are in love, are they?"
"Well, yeah. Don't laugh; it's a sad relationship. They can't ever touch."
"But between them is everything living; doesn't that make up for it? And what about lightning?"
"What about lightning?"
"Well, lightning is when electricity from the ground is drawn up into the sky, right? So for some infinitesimal second, they're connected directly. There's also birds, you know, making a
fiction not factArt is fiction not factfiction not fact1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
more than what it is
yet less than what it seems
perception isn't reality,
yet that's all art is:
the perception of reality.
the idea of what is
the idea of what isn't
the idea of what could be
Art is nothing but creation
even when it is destruction
It is emotion, numbness,
the truth one sees or
the lies one doesn't.
The face, the body, the mind
fingers flying across blank paper
losing ourselves while creating a mirror
what was once empty now full
of the being that is
who we are.
The past, the future, the present
yesterday's tomorrow is where we reside
Our eternal home until we reach eternity
In this promise unbreakable yet unknown
the only absolute certainty
is our own morality.
Art is the mark we leave upon the world
The end result of us.
wanderingthere is just the barest hint of mysterywandering1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the shadows playing on the ground beneath the leaves
dark ones to pale ones shifting
as night fades to day darkens to night once more
and sleep claims the restless soul
searching for a home to return to
where once there was nothing
becomes a creation of something.
balance becomes the only certain goal
when everything else is achieved
season's passing season's greeting
rising now, restless soul growing
in ways more than one as leaves fall
and shadows become one as grey skies
linger over the creation still so fragile
not quite filled with the warmth
of a heart still wandering but
now with something to come back to.
contradictionit's on and off and come again;contradiction1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the swish, the sway, the sashay
sass and wit and brutal honesty
it's leave, come back, and go away.
it's red and green, purple and yellow, orange and blue
head or tails, up and down
the sky, the sea, the ground
it's straight, a square, and go around.
it's infinity to zero
the beginning to the end
with all the middle parts
Christmas cheer to Halloween fear
forgiveness to vengeance
creation to destruction
peace to war, chaos to order
it's everything and nothing.
it's on and off and come again
it's straight and square and circle
it's infinity to zero
everything to nothing
is a contradiction-
's don't exist.
realitywhat is, is, andreality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
what isn't, isn't, but
that's never the whole story.
HeyHi.Hey6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This is kind of awkward but...
will you be my first?
The first one to
hold me tight like
he never wants to let me go
The first one to
make me want to believe
that someone can actually promise
The first one to
interlock his fingers with mine
gaze into my eyes
smile a little smile and say
"hi", quiet and glad
The first one to
make me blush with just a gaze
make me find out what it means
to have my heart skip a beat
annoy me in a way
that makes me want to capture this moment
The first one to
become the other half
of the memory of the first time
I pressed my lips against yours
and we discovered what
a kiss tastes like
And maybe you won't
be the last one to
hold onto a piece of my heart
Maybe you'll leave me behind
with only the memory of your arms and lips
a ghost of your warmth
following tears making their way down my cheeks
to lips tasting of salt instead of a kiss
you won't be the last one
will you be the first one?
silenceyou don't knowsilence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
how much i'm not letting myself say.
you don't know
how fragile i view your strength
how strong i see your weakness.
i don't speak, settle in the silences to see
but never say what i have seen.
the silent truth that i wish to say
but it remains unspoken.
you don't know
i'm trying to see the world through your eyes but
all i can do is see it through filtered lenses.
all a matter of perspective yet
of reality there is only one but
there are so many.
apologies profuse and yet elusive
i hold words in my heart that
i can't let you hear because
i'm so afraid you'll break and
no apologies can fix you.
fragile hearts broken by single words and
i don't know if i'll say them.
misunderstanding wrought by fictional appearances and
fictional wishes, promises that
can't be kept because understanding is nonexistent.
All I have are words and sometimes
They are not enough.
nightfallThe night air is cool.nightfall4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Street lamps are coming on
and from my window seat,
narrow and confining,
there's a person on bike.
I wonder where they're going,
who they are, what they'll see,
whether they'll be friend or foe,
and if that will matter to me.
Ah, they're turning, turning,
out of sight now
behind the houses,
the trees, the lights
behind the sheltered,
comforting feel of night
I'm starting to feel witchy
as the first star shows its twinkle
thinking of these rhymes and rhythms
Like the beat of my heart
matches the breath of the wind
and the exhalation
of my sleeping sister next door
and the snores of father and mother
down the hall.
It's a night of magic and mystery:
no cloud covers the moon,
not quite full, not quite empty
and the scratching noise of branches
echoes my imagination,
narrow and confined,
my body starts to ache
longing for the comfort of the bed
just a few feet away.
I turn from the window,
face the curtain, but a glimpse
of another biker catches my eye
and I'm trans
musicMusic is the movement of muscles.music6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drums become the heartbeat
Strings a vibration echoing throughout
ligaments' expansion and contraction
Woodwinds the inhale and exhale
of every hard-earned breath
Filling up lungs for
Lyrics that are a voice
meant to capture ears and
hold onto hearts.
Music becomes the soundtrack of lives
when every note becomes a moment
of a memory.
truth i seeSometimes, I wonder how many truths I've seen.truth i see1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, I wonder why I hold them back.
I wonder if I'm lying but
I would fear I'm telling the truth.
Calling myself unobservant but
I can't break through the barriers
People have erected around themselves
In order not to break down.
I can't just tell the bastard child
Life is theirs to live if only
They could learn to love themselves.
Trying to find that special other
In order to fill a hole so strongly felt
So largely encompassing, it's hard to tell
It's there, I can't
Say the words on the tip of my tongue because
It's not my place to dictate.
My own reality is wonderful, perhaps
That is why I want to say
'Don't try to fill yourself with others
You will never find satisfaction down your path.
Struggle everyday, it will be futile
Because you can never know someone better than
That is merely my truth
It is what I see and understand.
I can call myself selfish, for I am
In the kindnesses I share
In the laughter and smiles I hope
simple complexityStating the obvioussimple complexity1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To avoid the oblivious
The inner struggles of strife
Outer battles of life
More than meets the eye
Hidden souls in countless places
Nor exempt from paces.
Entering the mazes
Like shifting waves
Allow the haze
Others to save
More to laze.
Leave eyes bleak
As much as it reveals
Mask firmly settled
Cracks realign to new
Wrinkles in fine mettle
Find a different view.
Only signs of a game
Lost and won but
No winnings found, only cut
Bonds are broken, bent
Backs are sighing
Praying for heaven-sent
But simply lying.
More or less or better or worse
Blessing or curse
Every scar and bleeding heart
Walking along, part by part
Individuals brought together
Here to stay before forever
Ending lives and living lives
Here on earth, we survive.
Autumn LeavesThere is a senseAutumn Leaves1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of something being left behind.
More than a leaching it's
Natural in a way I
Can't truly comprehend.
The shift is with temperature and yet
More than a mere nip in the air there's
Something going on.
Relations are beginning to fall
Like our very existence is
Dying and leaving like the leaves we are
But in death, we are
Beautiful in a way
Nothing else can be.
See our colours
From brown to orange to red to back again
More brilliant and vibrant like a sunset
Taken into our very selves.
Hear that 'crackle', that is the
Cycle of life and death and life again
Reborn as blades of grass, as air, as
Life itself, it's
Okay to fall.
LiesBeneaththeMaskI amLiesBeneaththeMask1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To always be destroyed
Part of me is
A mask I
Never created but
Will now be
I have never known for certain
That it was always me beneath
And I may never know for certain
If I was created or if I was born
All I know is that
Here, now, feeling
Sun upon my face as
Breezes dance upon arms
Too scarred to remain
Unnoticed even as
The inside remains
To never be made
I always will be.
To Let You KnowTo everyone who can't stop themselves from caringTo Let You Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who can't help but be hurt every time
They're made to feel like they're
I just wanted to let you know
If you peek out your window
And look out at the sky
Perhaps you'll realize
Somewhere out there
Is someone else doing just the same thing
Waiting for someone to notice them
For doing everything they can do
Just as you are.
Perhaps you'll find out
That under the immense sky
There's someone out there
Waiting to notice you.
But if you look out your window
And see only sky
I just wanted to let you know
It's okay to cry
And feel lost and alone,
Set adrift and apart.
You don't need to atone
For the scars on your heart
Will heal because
I just wanted to let you know
You will never be alone
If only you'd open up your window.
you and IYour wordsyou and I1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are the memories I've
Forgotten, drowned out
In the cacophony because
I'm trying to lose
The self I never wanted
Is the melody
Of the gilded leaves'
I never wanted
The trees, the sky, the earth,
The ground which welcomed me
Back from the sky
I wanted so desperately to
Capture but knew I
The sound of car wheels
Takes over the rustle of
Tin cans and broken glass
Reminding me of the windchimes
We used to make.
Dyed red but still
The sunset to your sunrise
Perhaps that's all I
Can ever be
But in the end
That is all
I ever wanted.
Looking for HomeStaring at the black backs of your eyelidsLooking for Home10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping nobody has noticed
You’re one of the dead
Going through the motions of living
Hanging your head
Waiting to reach your haven
Because you know the only home
You’ve ever known
Has rejected you
Slouching shoulders and hanging hair
Hide your expressions from the rest of the world
You’re too scared to share
And be rejected once again
Because you’re waiting to find your heart
That’s hidden in your haven
But the search is lasting years
And you’re losing your patience
Rolling your eyes beneath your eyelids
Loosening clenched muscles
Endeavoring to relax and join
The rest of humanity in going through the motions
Knowing you can never give up your search
For a home that won’t reject you
Knowing that someday you will
Knowing you’ll make yourself keep on looking
For that one place, just one
That you can call home.
Prayers don’t count for much
But they just might help you find your heart again.
Bugle Callthe bugle call resoundsBugle Call1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
arms raised, hearts down
sinking down to loved ones reaching
for memories still existing
within these blood-stained reminders
pinned upon our breasts
forever and always, never forgotten
overcome our hearts and minds this day
as we bow our heads
eleventh hour, eleventh day, eleventh month
of every single year of everything
you have ever fought for
is a living remainder of the life you gave up
amidst the muck and gunshots
there was courage and cowardice, virtue and vice
boiled down to single moments in which
life and death were predetermined and chances
you took saved or broke you
to die, lie faceless amidst
faceless others, uniforms now
meaningless but we will
never forget you.
the bugle call resounds
and we live on.
ramblings on what's nextSometimes, I wonderramblings on what's next1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If we're afraid of death because
We'll be gone, or because
We'll be forgotten
Leaving behind no mark,
Just another lonely person
Trying to make loneliness
some sort of abstract beauty
infusing our words with actions
like we've made a vow to ourselves
We've promised to never keep.
Still terrified of losing ourselves
In the unknown we're clinging
to broken precipices of what we think we know
with every silver lining there's a cloud
and we're terrified to look up and see grey.
So alone in our minds, we try
to find someone to fill the void in our lives
like we know humans were never meant to be alone.
Bodies for barriers, a skin for a shield
we break it
attempting to connect the inside with the outside
like there's some sort of difference.
Staring into a mirror
memorizing the outlines of our own faces
yet wishing to match someone who is more
than what we are as though
they're somehow better, as though
they will be more unforgettable than our own meager selves.
readingthere's this sense of releasereading8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a letting go of surroundings because
I've been captured by the beauty of the
words and letters placed onto thin pages
bound together by nothing but the imagination
of a person who was swept away into the story
so much so that fingers were placed upon a keyboard
a pencil was gripped, then flew,
contained only by two thin lines of blue.
I am drawn into this other world
born of a mind which sought to create.
the feeling of turning a page
of seeing what will happen next
knowing you're getting closer and closer to the end
waiting for it impatiently yet at the same time
hoping it never happens
that, that, is reading.
Intricately OrdinaryTears blurred the keyboard as she sat down. She went through the motions of opening a new document robotically. Unseeing eyes looked at a blank page of white as thoughts raced through her head. Hesitantly at first, she laid her fingers upon the keyboard, feeling for the two lines on 'F' and 'J'- if she looked down, the tears would fall upon her keyboard- and finally, she typed.Intricately Ordinary2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I hope it's harder for him to move on now that he knows I have a name."
Seeing that in black and white, knowing it's true and at the same time, feeling like she wished it wasn't, something began to break in her. The tiny 'snap' went unnoticed, as floodgates began to open.
"Something in me wants to take a vow of silence. I believe that if I'm dependent on no one, nothing can ever hurt me. Because, if you have no one to turn to- you also never have the need to move.
And that seems easier."
Writing became an outlet. Every day, she would come home to another blank page. Her tho
I RememberI remember back when innocence was the normI Remember2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And sarcasm was unknown to me.
Back when playtime involved actual play
and it wasn't referred to as 'hanging out'.
I remember back when hurtful words weren't intentional
And childhood was meant to be full of laughs and smiles and
running around on a grassy field when the sun was out and
colourful rainboots made for splashing in deep puddles and
rainbows were magical instead of made by moisture and refracting light
I remember my childhood.
And I look at kids now and it's like they're living a race.
'Let's see who can grow up faster'
'Let's see who can drink and have sex and do 'adult stuff' '
'Let's see who's more mature' and they think maturity is facebook and twitter and texting
"LOL" instead of actually laughing out loud
they think being a grown-up is the best, it's what they should strive to be.
Because death is the only finish line and life isn't a race where
The people in front of you are kicking dust and grit from the bottom o
To A FriendIs this reaching you?To A Friend10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can it reach you?
I'm stretching a hand out
but I don't know if you are too.
I wish I could promise you always
but I can't make a promise I don't know if I can keep.
I'll promise to be your friend always
because I know that's true
but I can't be there always
and I'm so sorry that that's true.
My hand may disappear
because I need the both of them for some task
but I'll always reach it out again
even scarred and bloody
so you might not want to touch it
but it'll be there to offer support.
Is this reaching you?
Before you say goodbye
it barely feels like you've said hello
disappear and reappear
please don't just disappear again
and if you could see our eyes
could they communicate our love?
something just a bit moreIsomething just a bit more1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
want to be more
than what I am not.
want to be more
than what I am.
I want to be more than the sum
of my flaws and my virtues.
I want to be more than my name
I want to be every letter making up all of them
the vowels and the consonants
every straight line and curve
making up who I am
unchangeable and defined to
the changed and the undefinable.
I want to be anonymous and unknown
to live like there is nothing and nobody
to be my anchor.
One who is on an island, untouchable and
unable to touch.
Within my solitude I am freed
from the burdens of unwarranted expectations
"I am who I am"
the simplest of phrases
misunderstood and unable to understand
More than the past, less than the future
just in the now I am
but a wish.
Into non-existence wander
pure solitude is not mine to own.
To reach out is to invite others in
and so I