Lonely BallerinaLonely Ballerina11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On my cheek is rolling a single tear
The only trace of my endless despair
I quickly erase it from my face
I don't want you to see my disgrace
Because I know nobody will be crying on my grave
I hate this feelings it's just like I won't stop falling
My sweet romance made me her slave
No sound coming out my mouth, nobody to hear my screaming
Deadful dance, the swan is dying
Dangerous ballet, the girl is flying
And she now bows before her king
And this scene, the castle she'll be haunting
I must be a little crazy
Or is my mind a bit too hazy?
Not able to feel the pain
Is this why my love was slain?
Who's that girl over there weeping
Why is she covered with that blood and death
Then suddenly I start realising
Just as I skip one breath
I raise my head and I stare
My eyes wide open in fear
And remember what I had forgotten in my furor
Because I just understood I'm looking at a mirror
Everything I had been destroying
The one I had been murdering
My last breath to say
Goldiwhat?So, me and my crew be out walkin, aight homey? Nice day and all. So we be out pimpin the streets, walkin around, doin our thang. You know how it is, right brutha? We be out, enjoyin the sun, hangin with the bruthas. Chillin. But it be gettin to dinner time, and we left us some porridge out to cool, cause we old school like that. Picked up some suga to go with that too, mmhmm.Goldiwhat?8 years ago in Humor More Like This
So, me, my man Poppa Smallz, and my new Suga Momma head back to my crib, bein hungry and all. But we be gettin there and the doors all unlocked. Now, when a brutha bear be doin what I do for a livin, you dont just walk in the door in this situation. So we be listenin, but nothin. Smallz pushed the door open. Feel like he a big man, cause hes the one with the connections, if you know what I mean. That be why we call him Poppa. Cause if we was a family, hed be the head, he think. He got
Fetch me a FertleFetch me a FertleFetch me a Fertle7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Go fetch me a Fertle, my beamish boy
That scuttle upon the moonlit sands
The neap tide calls them out tonight
To swim the seas to far off lands
Go fetch me a Fertle, darling child
Tis a strange, alluring little creature
Whose pearly shell upon its back
Is considered its most charming feature
But tread you carefully as you go
Theyre quick to startle, fast to flee
And should they hear your heavy step
Will scurry fast towards the sea
Take with you a lidded box
Lined with feathers deep inside
And if you chance to capture one
Place it in and let it hide
And as you bring it back to me
Sing a gentle lullaby
To calm its swiftly beating heart
For Fertles are so quick to cry
And once their Fertle tears do fall
They carry on until a time
When all youll have inside your box
Is nothing but a pool of brine
So sing a song to make it stay
And settle to captivity
Dont let the Fertle melt away
Oh, bring a Fertle back to me
Sweet DreamsSweet Dreams8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are over a hundred ways
To say good night,
But only one real way
To say it right.
You don't have to reply,
It's quite alright,
Yet for me, I think,
This is good night.
And when you decide
From reality to flee,
Would it be so terribly difficult
To come dream with me?
To race through space?
To dine on moons?
To make the planets your plates,
And the dippers your spoons?
To go deep sea diving
With the king of the whales?
Become the courageous protagonist
Of some fantastic tales?
Would it be so terribly difficult
To give me that time?
Would a few short adventures
Be such a crime?
I would keep you safe,
I would keep you warm.
I would first sacrifice myself
To keep you from harm.
Please consider these feelings,
As the world fades from sight,
For I think the time has finally come
To say my last good night.
But will you be here tomorrow?
Copyright © 2007 Jarred Lee
Dear SoulmateDear Soulmate11 years ago in General More Like This
I want to be close to you. I want to feel you. I want to breathe you in. I want to hold you and I want to be wrapped inside your arms.
We will lie in a wheat field, watching the sky, speaking our silent language of love. Under a parasol we will stare at each other in hope until we cry for each other and decide to go home. If ever.
Our hearts will be connected, always. Our fingers will turn into vines, they will grow together and become tangled, building the strongest bridge which we can walk on even if just for a moment - an embrace or tender kiss. This bridge will fight against all odds with the wind and the sea.
Now that it is autumn and drizzle has no wind, everywhere the leaves are vermillion, cadium and green. Everywhere you are is where I am. In your heart, in your soul and in mine too. I think of you when it is cold, only you can warm my heart - and pierce it.
Forsaken CH1 Part 1Forsaken CH1 Part 18 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Dearest one, child of the light shrouded in darkness. Come back from that place so long ago forgotten the time comes for your return. Come forth from hiding and restore the balance long ago lost
The voice that whispered in the silence of a cool night was glassy and near lifeless, chilling yet comforting and hinted towards some hidden meaning it sent a shiver through the sleeping form before such dreams were interrupted by the resonant buzzing of an unwanted alarm, all memory of those words fading with the rising consciousness.
Golden hues of a setting sun streamed into the vastly empty room and spilled out across the tatami-matted floors. It was far from Dimitris ideal to be stirring from his well earned slumber, and the dark haired Asian rolled over, pulling the blankets tight over his head. Even so, it was time to begin the evenings work, and he was never the kind to keep his work waiting. With a fina
HabitsI've been picking up bad habits. They're everywhere.Habits9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I find them on the ground sometimes. I think people drop habits a lot, because I check the same places plenty of times, and there's always something new. At the laundromat alone, I've picked up smoking, nail-biting, and staring, all in the course of a single week. That's not to say it isn't worth trying new spots now and then, though. Once, by the side of the road, I found nose-picking out of sheer dumb luck.
The subway is another hot spot. You got to be willing to sort through them, though. It's easy to find fidgeting or breathing with your mouth open; that's common stuff. If you want a collection like I've got, you've got to sift through things until you find a real gem like scratching or knuckle-cracking.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all these things. I don't think I can sell them for much, and the rare ones aren't in any g
Yin and the YangYin and the Yang8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yin and the Yang
There I saw him smile at me,
His presence lead to night.
Never draw near lest invited by me,
As be another star in the heavens,
Deny him I shall not.
Weeping tears within my soul,
I swoon - overwhelming despair.
He catches me with arms unfailing,
Shadow strong holding up my light.
"Love as ours can never be,
My life the light,
Your life the night."
Eyes so deep.
"The light can not be without the night,
We were always meant to be.
Our love will live forever more,
You shall always belong to me."
One long beside the other embrace,
So different - yet so near.
An eternal ring,
The joining of souls,
for to fall on your deaf earsYou glisten in my throat, baby,for to fall on your deaf ears7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and glow across my pores -
but for our love to be
effective, you've gotta start shimmering, too.
You, though, will remain dull and we will
be like either side of
a glazed vase - sparkling Side A
vs. cold, unfinished clay.
I had been content to play Dagny Taggart
to your Hank Reardon,
Happiness' AllureClose your eyes, turtledove.Happiness' Allure7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skip into your deepest memories
as swirling hues strip
the baby blue from the sky.
Trust my weathered hands
like when I pushed your swing
in your rosy-red dress and
usual cherub smile.
Cover your ears and rest easy
in my arms as the house yawns;
stretching and cracking floorboards
in attempt to remove
the glassy-crust from its eyes.
Tears plop along my ragged shirt,
and I drift to when we danced
with the melody of raindrops
on pots and pans during storms.
Screams and uprooted trees
blend like the moist soil
on our fingertips when
we prepared our garden
with just enough to survive.
My ears pop into deafness.
I kiss your forehead and with
trembling hands, shield your
dreaming form as the blast
steals us into eternal night.
As I Look to the Sky...You are my sun, my moonAs I Look to the Sky...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the endless stars in the sky.
Shining brightly in my days
and illuminating my darkest of nights
I feel you in the air,
the rain falling on my skin.
Hearing you in the thunder's roar
seeing your radiance in the lightening
A part of me I thought was lost,
merely in another has been found.
A search so long and dour
coming to its happy ending.
A soul once divided, now joined.
Distance and time shall bend,
to the power of two minds
limited by nothing
The future bright and warm,
the present shining softly.
Doubt shed like the cold raindrops
as I look to the sky and know you're here
The ExiledTo be placed in a world foreign to us.The Exiled4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To endure trails on our own.
To be forced to carry out a task.
To restore what was lost.
What we lost.
We are dragons.
We are The Exiled.
"Peh! Filthy mammals!" Codrea spat on the forest floor. His muzzle was slathered in the blood of the badger he'd just fought and killed.
"You mustn't be so impulsive!" Lachlan exclaimed. His grey-scaled head was tipped sideways and down in the way he did when he was upset.
"It attacked us though!" Codrea stomped his forepaw, kicking up dust from the pine-needled ground.
Lachlan gazed at him with deep orange eyes. "You didn't have to kill it."
"Yeah, well. . . whatever." Codrea wrinkled his muzzle and stared off to the side. His head crest caught the sunlight, making it appear red in color.
Lachlan was silent, contemplating as usual. He stood taller than Codrea, even on all fours. His body frame was slender, which made him not nearly as strong. Even so, he rarely lost in a fight.
Codrea's brown and yell
GHOST OF YOUCome into my prisonGHOST OF YOU8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I dare you to escape
In these walls of beaten marble
Every failing is the same
Will you wander there to save me?
For in darkness you will find
You'll lose yourself to shadows
In the safety of your mind
Step into the silence
And I wonder if you'll scream
There's no one here but phantoms
And the fallen do not dream
Will you stay there just to hold me?
For in death you'll see the truth
I lost myself in darkness
Just to be the ghost of you
SolitudeI sit here typing, watching the rain and feeling really downSolitude4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am stuck at home instead of being with people in the town
They are with their friends, the ones that they care about
I'm stuck here in solitude, the sadness I'm trying to shut out
I think the loneliness is something that is causing my madness
It went beyond the point where I was simply filled with sadness
To think, I wanted a couple of hours by myself to deal with my pain
Then my "friends" turned their backs on me, never to call me again
I have tried and failed to reach out, now I wait for a friend to come
Though I know that they never will, now the only thing I am is numb
I am not foolish, I know these feelings extend to more than just a few
Heck, maybe reading this even you feel the exact same way as I do
If so, you know reaching out to people can be an exercise in futility
And the back stabbing nature of people pushes us, causing volatility
Though now I think about it there is something to you I need to confess
It is not
15 Translations of Classical Haiku..15 Translations of Classical Haiku7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
from cloud to cloud
for me, who leaves
for you, who remains
many many things
come to mind-
MeguriauMeguriau8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
ochikaeru deai to wakare hana no shita.
Again and again we meet and part under the sakura blossoms.
Death in the BoondocksDeath in the Boondocks9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your violent facade is fading.
you walk the edges of town and make
misery feel like malt liquor, hard and hazy
and painfully addicting.
you carry a loaded semi-automatic and preach
the wickedness of gun violence. you feel weighted and
sunk to the bottom of the Charles.
in the South, the streets crumple and you feel
violently double-crossed by the dead weight
of morning as you sit in your car and watch the city bleed.
at Quincy, the rows of 4th of July ribbons deride you
as you stumble by; the air is bubbling and you
don't have any more legs to stand on.
it's a hot morning and Harvard is gray as dust.
it is hateful irony that the red streamers remind you
of blood rather than bliss.
you are a hooligan, and the hot steel is barbed wire
next to your skin. how many days has it been since you slept?
it doesn't matter, you know the real reason you carry that gun.
you always laughed at irony, even if it wasn't funny. you
laugh hysterically now, down at the end of the docks, the morning
Aphelion, revisedMaybe it would be best to tell you nowAphelion, revised7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that there are squalls in your eyes.
In the black of your pupil,
I found a clipping of her hair. It wasn't mine
to find; I left it there. Hurried
to what I love most,
your herculean jaw.
I close my eyes to a burst of red,
and though it reminds me of your strength,
I see nothing but her jacket.
It was lying about in your sclera. Your lips, pressed
hard together, thin houdini lips,
Your mouth parts, to breathe
and allow me passage into the wintry fjord,
nicotine yellow mountain tops.
Theres this wrinkle beneath your eye
from whiskey, or from years of fearing your father.
I can see her, the hesitant smile,
slant of her eye, the pitch
of her hair.
The crow's foot was the full curve
of her breast. The apple chunk
lodged deep in your throat
was her pug nose,
a half-chewed ball of sweetmeats.
Two fingers, mine,
slide down your neck,
just beneath the jaw.
I feel the pulse of a man
who doesn't love me.
MotherMy mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through a window and into someone's loft.Mother8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was the bubbling youth, all the freshness of spring and attractiveness of summer molded into a human being. At least that's how I remember her. It's not how my siblings will. They might treasure memories of dinners and bed-time stories the way I treasure the memory of girl's night out with the daughter in tow.
I always found falling stars sad. Bleeding out all their glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from something I always imagined to be a warm glow to something harder, more weathered, more enduring.
My mother wears rhinestones in her hair and silk blouses to work. As if they would lend her some of their shine, because she has lost all of hers. She has started receiving guests in a white jumper from eighty-two and orange trainers; the woman that raised me would never have.
HelplessIn a moment,Helpless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can question your stability,
Whether you are of sound mind,
Or if you truly are apathetic,
In a moment,
You find the worst feeling in the world,
The one where you know,
There is nothing you can do,
In a moment,
You can lose a part of yourself,
You can find a scarier side of your mind,
Helpless to change,
Helpless to heal,
Confronted with the moment when you are sure,
You lack the knowledge to aid,
It is a simple moment,
But it is a moment that will change you,
Maybe for the better,
Maybe for the worst,
You may never know,
You may just move on,
Not really fearing,
But for your sake,
I hope you never experience that moment,
I hope life will lead you a different way,
I hope you are never helpless.
Missing YouYou are standing thereMissing You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
. . . mere millimeters apart
If only I lift my hand
. . . oh so slightly
I will touch your skin.
. . . so scared that it is a dream
"Does it matter?" you reply
and I realise
that in this very moment
~ that even touching you in a dream
than nothing at all
You smile and ask about the weather
How ridiculous our silly little joke now sounds
as the Sunlight opens my eyes
and you melt away in daylight
I have to face the reality
of loving you
every single day
BeautifulWhen I see you feeling so empty,Beautiful12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to hold you close to me,
Wipe those tears of fear from your eyes,
Wishing you could see your beauty.
Its clear to me that you're hurting,
A thought that tortures me inside.
I long to take away your pain ,
But that request has been denied.
I'll stand by your side forever,
Till death tears me away from you,
I'd never leave you willingly,
My love will always remain true.
Give me your sorrow, pain, and fear,
I would gladly bear them for you,
One like you does not deserve them,
In sympathy my heart bleeds too.
Listen to me and please believe,
You're beautiful as none can be,
Incalcuable in your worth,
Yet you give of yourself freely.
Be strong and know that you are loved,
Your trust I could never betray,
I'd hold you close comforting you,
I promise it will be okay.