PitterThey had met in a little café where the coffee came cheap, the laughter was free, and the way their eyes sparked across plastic tables became the stuff of legends.Pitter7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thirty two years later on the same day, at the same moment, in the same spot where loves strands began to weave itself they danced in a parking lot with the pattering music of rain in the background.
No layer of stone, nor mortar, nor brick could take away the memory of once was and what still is.
Swish-CthunkSwish-Cthunk7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Today I went down to the Bureau of Words to trade in my autumn onomatopoeia. Usually I put it off until at least the end of November, but this year the squelch-thud of my boots in the mounds of soggy leaves brought me up sharp. I went home, gathered my dry snaps, crackles and swooshes, as well as the cheerful spthooshk of a water balloon left over from August and headed down to the department. The rain hurried down to meet my umbrella, an excellent winter sound for which I had no words. But that would soon change.
The stooped man at the front desk greeted me with a finger to his lips. "We're running the barnyard tests, so we've got to be very quiet. Get me?"
I nodded. Fortunately, the entire antechamber of the Bureau is soundproofed, so my rubber soled boots made no sound on the white carpeted floor despite leaving a great deal of mud.
"What do you have in mind for me today? I'm here for the seasonal trade-in deal."
"Well, we've got snow falling on cedars, rain dripping into a puddle o
BeautyMan possesses a want for beauty,Beauty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which nature serveth,
such is the constitution of all things
that hath some form of beauty.
All such things of nature,
mountains, sky, trees, animals,
delight us in and for themselves,
as a sculptor would mold and shape clay.
Artists hast the best eye.
Of structure and the laws of light,
an artist produces his perspective,
integrating each mass of objects.
Each artist hath a character,
all within a coloured and shaded globe,
the landscape they compose symmetrical,
and likewise asymmetrical with that beauty.
Nothing is so foul
that light cannot beautify,
an infinitude that beauty hath,
giving even a corpse its own beauty.
Statues in the Dark.Statues in the Dark.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lying again.
my hips are burning and I
shouldn't have but boy,
did I and it felt so BAD.
everything is good, though, for the
knobby-kneed soccer mom girls who
won't love, because they commit instead.
It's not so awful after all, living in
the land of smiles and
little kids without broken boys
on chandeliers and lovely girls with
hate in their fingers
(I will tear you apart and
grind your bones against
mine but it's just another
nothing because that's
how it will always be with
you and we won't see
each other again)
I will lie awake and intertwine your pinky with
mine because that's all
that I can bear to touch anymore
they haven't loved and
listened to beautiful liars
tell them that they're
flawless yet or heard
those noises in the night
of those who own it.
you have a lot to learn and a lot to lose
and you're going to hate but you won't LISTEN
The night beat you to covering your body in black,
and once again you're terrible at ending things.
Virgin WatersVirgin waters pouring from the skyVirgin Waters5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From God Himself they are sent
To cleanse my body
and purify my soul.
Dripping on my face, down my back
Sliding to the ground.
Each drop picks up the impurities:
soils and oils and evil.
I stretch my arms wide
and accept the gift from Him.
Love fills my heart with each drop
Soon my own tears pollute the virgin waters
Mixing and mingling.
Then I come inside and go to bed.
Tomorrow I shall be renewed.
amissioSuch a vast array of people existamissio6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this world,
A multitude of diversity.
Yet, non manage to capture me
As you did,
And hold me for ransom.
Under your spell,
I blindly followed your path,
Feeling ever so much awkward.
I reached out to you
Trying to pull you closer.
You, however, only turned away.
You said you felt mutually,
Yet this you could not prove.
And as you stood there
Grasping my heart in your hand
And Her's in another,
You looked at me caringly as you once did,
And spoke in a soft whisper:
"But I love Her."
Prove Me WrongProve Me Wrong10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Advanced Bodies Absorbing Advanced Minds..
Still in a crippled state of mind.
Why has the majority chosen to do so little with their gift?
Blindly, yet faithfully following a system of duplication...
trimming power, leaving evolution up to another kind.
Even the genius with the perfect inventions...
sit and wait for the so called "right time"..
to release creations from their mind.
I fear their reasoning may be intimidation.
Knowing that if releasing creation right now,
they would be forced.
Forced to come up with something bigger..
Maybe it's the hesitation of their capabilities.
So as accustomed...
they simultaneously sit and wait...
While people below travel, work, pray, and patiently anticipate,
never even acknowledging their own existence...
Always shading themselves from their own reason of being.
And so words are said:
Be polite, and celebrate your date of birth..
because it's the "right thing to do".
Quranic SupplicationsQuranic Supplications5 years ago in Historical More Like This
1- (رَبَّنَا آتِنَا فِي الدُّنْيَا حَسَنَةً وَفِي الآخِرَةِ حَسَنَةً وَقِنَا عَذَابَ النَّارِ) [البقرة/201]
"Our Lord! Give us in this world that which is good and in the Hereafter that which is good, and save us from the torment of the Fire!" (2/201)
2- (رَبَّنَا أَفْرِغْ عَلَيْن
Dream LandDream Land7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I dream of a land where all can be
Living together in harmony.
Under the eye of the Powers above,
Living together in fellowship and love.
Beauty and peace shall reign in this world,
Gems of the Powers, given like pearls.
And it shall be like nothing before.
A dream, yes, a dream, like distant shores,
That beckon onwards, pulling us near.
Let go of the anger, let go of the fear.
Give in to the beauty that lives in the soul,
Let it carry you onward and make you whole.
A dream, yes, a dream, this land of mine,
It's only a dream, and yet it shines.
© February 7, 2000
Six WeeksSix weeks agoSix Weeks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was in love with a boy.
Six weeks ago
I couldn't imagine anything else.
Six weeks ago
I believed I was happy.
Six weeks ago
My eyes were opened.
Such a world is before me
Opportunity and trials
All stretched out before me
A vast reach of unknown circumstances
Unused LoveI can still hear your voiceUnused Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clearly in the black nite
Speaking to me on the most
I can still smell your aroma
On my own clothing
Gracefully drifting to my face
Reminding me you were here.
I can still feel your arms
As they tightly encircled me
Holding me to you
As though you would never let go.
I can still see your smile
and bright eyes as they looked at me
and as I looked back
I was entranced.
It took me so long to tell you
how I felt.
It took you only a few moments
to captivate me.
But you are gone
Back to your old life
and old friends.
I wonder now if you think of me
as often as I do you.
And whether our time together
Means as much to you
As it does to me.
globalisationthis is a poem i did for school and something i believe in so plz tell me wut u think of it, not very good in structure but i dont careglobalisation8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
may 20007I just want to help,may 200077 years ago in Other More Like This
But my futile explanations,
Wring dizzily on the air.
Saying nothing but I'm sorry.
I try so hard,
To no avail.
What is there to do?
But keep searching.
I know the pain you suffer.
Yet I can only observe,
Through hearts tearing,
Amount to pitying distress,
But its all that I can do.
I'm so desperate for answers.
That I know will never come.
So why do I try?