Broken HorizonBroken Horizon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky was made for dreaming
naturally he thought of her
the wind danced playfully
across water serene
an ode to her laughter
in each ripple
lapping gently against
the shores of his heart
here beneath heavens blanket
so near yet so far
tucked in the hollows
of his anguish
the broken horizon
begs the question
is there grace
in your regret?
Winter StormGather in the storm cloudsWinter Storm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those grey preying hands,
harbingers of snow
and watch them
lower in the fields,
like silhouettes of bleak news -
deaf sorrow for the hungry.
Let them rage against the sky,
brackish bruises of half-light,
turning us to ghosts,
making the soil stillborn
and feel them press
down upon our house,
twisting brick and mortar
into a cold feast.
Hear them puncture the wind,
a low shriek of trees,
that hunts the leaves,
and taste them
settling on the ponds and rivers,
breaking our backs
like a dull crucifixion.
Then shall we close our souls,
backs to the wind,
that rake and ruin of winter,
sharp crack of veins
that can no longer find warmth
and leave us grasping
at the bitter air
haunting right beneath our surface...
Choice?If I have one frustration as a gay man, it's the constant insistence that homosexuality is a choice. I wouldn't be bothered by this, however, if not for the fact that it is often used as a justification for slandering homosexuals, for judging them, for continuing to keep homosexuality in the domain of the immoral. The simple reality is that homosexuality is not a choice. Perhaps a closer look into what it is like to be a homosexual will help to disabuse some few people of this notion.Choice?10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I do not recall the day I chose to be gay, just as I doubt there is a single heterosexual in the world that recalls the day he or she chose to be straight. There was no moment when I thought to myself, "I will be a homosexual." There was, instead, just a subtle progression of development that ultimately ended in the realization that I am gay. I can remember being as young as five or six years old and having crushes on other guys. I had a few crushes on female teachers, but overwhelmingly my heart w
Melt My HeartA frigid ice princess,Melt My Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold and unfeeling.
I protected myself,
too well, perhaps.
But I took no chances.
I would take no more pain,
not from him,
not from anyone.
A heart encased in ice
cannot be broken,
the cold numbing,
keeping me from feeling,
from falling and breaking again.
But the ice drags me to the bottom
of a dark abyss of loneliness.
A frozen heart knows no pain,
but knows no joy either.
The darkness of a hollow soul
terrifies me, is it my fate?
Save me from myself.
Melt my heart,
teach me to love once more,
never let me break,
show me the joys of ecstasy.
Help me to live again,
bring heat and light
to the cold, dark recesses of my heart.
I beg you,
melt my heart.
Pathological LiarIt is no mysteryPathological Liar5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That your lips only speak of fictional stories
You use to compose your identity
Not a word you speak has any resemblance with truth
For you are made of a thick façade of lies
Whether it be big or small, you care not
As long as there is no glimpse of honesty
Underlying in the words you speak
For the revelation of truth is what you fear most
I know that those lies masquerade
An overt denial of unpleasant realities
I know that deep down you are a tormented soul
That lies provide you with relief
A relief you long for
I know that you are a stranger in your own body
But you have lost all credibility now
Your lies are inconsistent
You are no longer a father
But a manipulative man
That only breeds chaos in our family
Your deception is no longer welcome
You, Dad, are no longer welcome in my life
Now it is my time to neglect you
The way you neglected me
For the way you abused my mother
For the emptiness you have left in my heart
As I grew up without a father
For all the pro
Pan's Music You FollowPan's Music You Follow6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You do a fair job of killing me
With your false smiles and empty promises
Seek redemption elsewhere
Sinner, cast ye no stones at me
I see through you as if made of glass
Wanton sadist with a pretense of innocence
So consumed by your own trite reflection
A construct as false as the day is long
Pan's flute never played so lovely a song of seduction
Reflect upon your own evil as I break it and you into shards
Blood stained pieces no one and nothing can reassemble
I love you not!
Wear the mask of the martyr if you dare
I shall pluck it off to display the satyr beneath
The play is far from over.
FreefallFreefall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell into love
with astonishing ease.
After years of believing
that one such as I
could never be caught,
it encompassed my world.
Always I had been the one
to hold my heart inviolate.
Lovers were left grasping
for my ephemeral affections,
while I danced away,
my emotions untouched.
All it took was a kiss,
one gentle kiss that belied
the devastation that would follow.
Bereft, heart rent like tattered silk,
when you danced away from me,
your emotions untouched.
And here I remain
wondering if, like me,
you will someday fall
with the same ease,
and the same shattering
of your soul upon impact.
Through a World DarklyI fell through a world darklyThrough a World Darkly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to that city of lost angels
they say does not exist
and tasted the streets paved in gold
and the manna burning too bright
in your eyes.
I let it touch me
no one else dared
and wept at the wonder
of feeling something new.
I watched the sun eclipse
and loved how the cold
welled up from the buildings
and saw the beauty
in bitter weeds
that broke the fallow streets
and made them weep
the simplicity of chaos
stroke my thoughts,
undressing them like carrion
and the hard thrust of deceit
sallow and sinuous
crack the world apart
in my hands.
And I knew in an instant
my home was among the broken,
those softly bleeding souls
whose skin is my incense,
and whose frail flesh
is the light
that leads me back to you...
What I mean when I say FriendThe phrase "Friends help you move but real friends help move bodies" is an apt phrase.What I mean when I say Friend5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Some people wanted to know what I expected of a friend. It really is a simple thing. I expect my friends to keep their promises, to put forth the same effort that I do. To me a person's word is the most important thing that they have. When they lose that, when they can't keep even the most basic of promises then they are no longer friends.
A friend is someone who you can turn to in a time of need. A friend is someone who has your back no matter what. A friend is someone who when the world is crashing around you, holds an umbrella and comments on the "extremely weird weather" and can make you laugh or help change your perspective.
A friend is someone who will answer the phone when called upon. A friend is someone who will rush over in the case of an emergency or make time to be there for you when you need a listening ear. A friend is someone who listens, understands, cares, and most importantly pays a
A new StarBarbed wire I wrapped around my soulA new Star5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I let the depths of despair swallow me whole
As these torrid emotions took their toll
When I woke up to see your eyes so pained
I wanted to break you free from them
But there was nothing in me that could free you
I do what I can but it never seems enough
To reach into that soul and hold you up
Those eyes haunt me at every turn
Burning from the depths with something
I can't even begin to fathom
Sometimes I wonder what it is
that pulls me in so many directions
away from the path I made for myself
I chase daydreams of peace with
nightmares of contempt
Waves of distraction rip away the stars
As the moon falls into it's dulcet pattern
of Fair well and Good marrow
The trips that were taken behind
closed and broken doors
Left me far too distracted to be
Anymore then a small crack in a window
As the codes play down into the daydream
and the words spiral outbound into the ether
I often wonder if there is more to life
then this twisted hall of mirrors I see
Rogue Diaries IRogue Diaries I6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night was crowded with voices, always a distraction that I had taken decades to learn to silence. But this evening it required no schooling, no act of magic or willpower on my part. Her words alone had captured my attention - no mean feat when the predator decides to come calling. The conversation had started a brilliant spark and traveled to every known recess of my mind...ideas sparring at times..at others finding a comfortable home. There was magic here, a tapestry spun of words and thoughts that was spontaneous and unexpected - an agility of phrase, a quickness that seemed to almost move one step ahead of me. How for all the world can you know someone in a second and yet find her an unfathomable mystery?
I watched the crowd pass in the evening's soft blur above her shoulder, her hair a brilliant whip of chestnut, tossed carelessly like a child's toy in the breeze. She smiled, a trick of flickering shadows that curled around her lips as she leaned into me, her voice becoming tha
Blinded to HopeSeasons change around me.Blinded to Hope5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The birds come and go.
no longer light my way.
Locked within myself,
locked in darkness.
I must rely now on
smell, sound and touch
to know where I am,
to know when I am...
I can hear the nightbirds,
and also the swans calling,
they herald the twilight
as I walk near the waters.
I can feel the cold stone steps,
the moss on my bare feet,
and smell the nearby water.
Things seem so different,
when you cannot see them.
I think back to...
when I lost my sight,
when I lost my dreams,
when I lost my hope.
And yet, still, I go on,
living, feeling, hearing,
the world and those around me.
If I had hope left...
I would hope for a miracle.
You may not thank meYou may not thank meYou may not thank me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you may not understand
But the way away from you
was dealt by a kinder hand
I'm not always peaceful and
I'm not always nice
I have my own issues, my own vice
You have someone who you love so well
And if I let myself I'd have fallen under your spell
But had I done that, I'd have hated myself
As you could never be mine
I walked away because deep down I'm still broken
Waking up helped me see the light
But it led to just another fight
As I try to find my place in this world
I realized then it wasn't fair
You have someone who you want there
I was a crush who would fade fast
Your heart beat for someone else, I was last
Torn and broken you had so much fire
But I wasn't who you'd truly desired
And I wouldn't stand in the way
Not then, not now ok?
You can't give me what I'd want
I couldn't ask for it, so I walked
It was harder, then you will know
But it was the right thing..
So many poems I wrote for you
None that you realize, I doubt you do
Torn up inside I kept it all
LaunchA beginning, a new start.Launch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time for words to come
from the heart.
Nervous as a little bird
edging closer to flight.
I launch myself with a word.
Words have meaning and power,
so many forget
what has been said in an hour.
And yet there are those
who remember every word,
and use them later against foes.
Propelling myself into a sea
of written words,
I look around for all I can see.
Each story, a thrill,
each poem, a delight.
Words married with skill,
and so I have reached my beginning,
launched into worlds magical.
All from a writer's mind spinning.
Falling Like an April FlowerI think Im fallingFalling Like an April Flower5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling through clouds that are not clouds,
Without wings, but no danger of falling
Im drifting down through the air
The wind swirls all around me with the fireflies
Candles of the night
And breeze of the sea
Im falling and I dont know where to
Earth, Be My GraveI asked a question of the groundEarth, Be My Grave5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And found the answer in a cloud
Still I have to wonder why
My heart can not yet reach the sky.
Upon that wind I echoed thoughts
Of love and death and feeling lost
Some comfort spoke within the trees-
My soul felt bent with rustled leaves.
When we die do we diffuse
Into earthen, speckled hues
Of mottled blue and sheltered green
Or are there colors never seen?
There must be something past this shell
But I refuse to dwell on hell:
I'll seek the skies and roaring waves
I'll choose the world as my grave.
Scrape it awayScrape away the dead skinScrape it away5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am nothing more then a fragment
Peel back the scars
And you will find the bitterness
Tear back the masks
And you will see
Me, staring into the mirror
of Feckless lies and pain
Rebuild the scene and you find
For I truly am better than that
I am me.
EcholocationThis half-formed heart,Echolocation9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wrapped it in gauze;
tight, white bindings
because I thought it was hurt.
This half-empty heart
I filled with concrete;
hard, heavy stone
because I thought it was frail.
This shameful heart
I kept in a box;
dark and solitary,
thinking its sight held no worth.
It was a burden I held close,
until a storm wrenched it,
dashed against rocks--
until I beheld the aftermath:
the hearing of that half-heart,
open wide amid torn, wet cotton
and broken mortar,
I had forgotten it could.
And that dull, hollow beat
rang out with self-consciousness
in my ears so loud
I almost missed the dull, hollow reply
of the scattered half-hearts
just like mine.
And this half-heart,
whole until complete,
made me drop to my knees
and thank God for storms.
Mis-timedI look into your eyes, see the passions that you hideMis-timed5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So many things you'd say, if your hands weren't tied
It's always been the timing, that keeps us far away
When you want me closer, I'm afraid to stay
And just when I've changed my mind
Those hands that held me tight re-bind
And so the circle'd dance follows it's chosen path
The broken pieces of the heart, more then we both hath
Our hearts are always closer, then we like to admit
But the way things are now, perhaps it's time to quit
I'm tired of the fighting, and the way things seem to be
The soft look in your eyes hurts, when you see into me
It's like you fear our closeness, but long for it as well
Almost a painful ending, like a broken twisted spell
Your arms you wrap around me, holding on so tight
But deep inside, you push me back an internal fight
When sleep has claimed your eyes, you hold me so dear
But when you're awake, you push me back in fear
I feel drawn to protect you, and to run away so far
Chasing after you, is like chasi
A True MasochistMy own worst enemy,A True Masochist5 years ago in Open More Like This
everything I do
seems merely designed
to put myself in my own way.
To put it proverbially,
I shoot myself in the foot,
more than I hit the target.
Fear of success holds me back.
After all, one cannot reach a dream,
while they kick the ladder out
from under themselves...
Each time I draw close,
it seems a perverse pleasure,
kicking my own ass...
So much potential,
I keep hearing it all around me.
My own saboteur,
ruining all my chances.
So help me, I've put on the collar,
clipped on the leash,
and slammed it in the door,
choking myself trying
to chase what I want most.
Do I fear failure, or success more?
A true masochist,
unable to allow myself
even one moment of joy.
Do I fear the misery, or happiness?
I may never know the truth,
until I step out of my own way,
and allow myself to taste it.
TightropeHigh above it all,Tightrope5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under my feet,
stretched so tight,
so little give.
Holding my breath,
closing my eyes.
It's not the height,
it's the fall I fear.
The rope is security,
no matter how tenuous.
The way things always are,
the way they've always been.
To fall, is to give in...
to something new,
something that shakes
the very core of me,
leaving me more breathless
than the height of the rope.
If I fall, it's a long way back...
if things fail,
if you hurt me.
And so I cling
to the tightrope,
to my life of solitude.
All the while,
staring at you below.
Gray RosesGray Roses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sob was quiet
splitting the worn seams
of the starless night
impaling the delicate balance
into splinters of disarray
while the rain washed away
all evidence of sorrow
now mingled and fallen
blanching the frail blooms
of scent and color
what is life without love
if not a bouquet of gray roses?
So very lost insideI feel so lost insideSo very lost inside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Needing help so badly
but I'll never ask, I'll hide
That's not a part of me
There's nothing I can do
I lay myself down to rest
Hoping that I'll lose
It's all just a mess
The pain that wells
It rips me up deep inside
Tearing me down
And shaking me up
It's all right
It's not like I'm bulletproof
But I can't find my way out
I look into the lies seeking the truth inside
Your eyes they deceive me at a glance
Your touch confuses my senses
Everything is like a deadly dance
As I fight to keep my defenses
My thoughts are racing
Trying to find my way out
It's hard embracing
The truth among the lies
Feeling the darkness
It swells inside of me
Seeing the lights go out
It's like a ship at sea
I wonder when
You'll actually see me
I wonder when I'll find my way back out
This maze, it tricks and it traps me
All I can do, is whisper "Come save me"
But I know, there's no one to answer the call
So I'll just continue my downward fall
As I spiral into the nothing
I wonder if there was