Falling is a GiftWhen I first saw you,
it was like seeing a demigod,
or the most beautiful of angels.
Your image wavered in the brilliance
of a light, my now mortal eyes
could never hope to meet.
So from afar I watched you.
I saw the miracles that
befell those you touched,
whether it was on purpose,
or simply the accident of brushing
against your pearl wings.
Your blue eyes shone with
a golden glow, proving that there
really might be a heaven out there somewhere,
And yet, beneath your god-like smile,
I could see what it really cost you.
I saw it when once again
you were being praised,
lauded by the choirs of Eternity itself.
for just a moment, just a fragment of
a second within all the expanses of your
essence, your composure was gone.
And suddenly I saw the real you.
I saw the weariness, the shadows that
drifted just beneath the surface of
pure white wings, and the soft red of eyes
that seemed forever bound in constraining blue.
For so long you had been an angel
and a savior, a flicker of hope within
Goodnight...He said that as if...Goodnight...6 years ago in Other More Like This
As if disappearing
As if the pain
It was only for a moment.
You were my truth,
How could you fade so easily?
Letting GoI will find youLetting Go7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you and
I will follow
The trail you
On that final day
When we come
Face to face
I will find the
Let you go.
SonnetDo you hear the silence of an empty night?Sonnet6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the wind fails to whisper to the stars,
Or the breeze drops the unwary bird from flight,
To leave it broken, burdened by a thousand scars.
Do you see the quiet of a barren morn?
The hollow sounds of hope slowly dying
Leaving nothing in its wake to be reborn
But the endless shouts of hundreds crying.
Do you feel the painful blade of fate?
The silver edge that falsely shines
Refined by a thousand years of hate
And soundly tempered by world designs.
Do you know it? That whisper in the night?
It is darkness, the fading of the light.
I could never say Goodbye...Hello, my dearest friend.I could never say Goodbye...6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Oh. You cant hear my name anymore can you? I see. Well in that case I think perhaps this greeting will be a bit one sided. But please bare with me.
I I just wanted to say hello. One last time. I wanted to look up and see that smile on your face. The smile that had greeted me for so many blissful years. Do you remember? Your eyes would close in an endearing way known only to the young and your bright voice would raise with the syllables of my name, calling me to you, to another day of adventures. Just the sound of my name, could urge me forward. Forwards into your small arms where we would hug and hold hands as we wandered off into the jungles of your imagination.
You were young, and yet the worlds we created would abound. Do you remember that one time, when you snuck
Are you my Destiny?It is difficult to understand.Are you my Destiny?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wished for you for so long,
praying for that moment when things would
finally come together, that second
when life did not seem so hard.
But those wishes, at some point
began to fade away, and before I knew it
my thoughts of where you were
had faded from my sight.
Because I no longer understand.
And that was when you entered.
You walked into my life, knowing that
I would see you, and think how lucky
your other half must be.
But you had no other half,
your search had ranged the world,
crying out from beneath your calm exterior
for that part that it so sorely lacked.
I still don't understand
So I walked past you, knowing that there
was no way in our twisted world
that I could ever get close to you
or could ever even meet your gaze.
But instead, you met mine.
You pinned me where I stood, froze me with
the intensity of a golden soul, one that cared
nothing for what others expected.
Part of me will never understand
I wished for yo
The FallenI stood alone,The Fallen6 years ago in Open More Like This
And yet the noise crashed down around me.
The peal of bells
Resounded in my ears
Shaking the world
Like a fragile glass bowl that
Stands too close to the edge of a table.
One wrong move and it may
I stood alone,
Where are you?!?!
The nightmare screams in fury,
Chasing, ever chasing me through this
Void of dreams.
Come out my pet, let us play in darkness
To many calls, resound, and I am trapped.
I stood alone.
The summer field, never really
My happy place. The birds are far too loud here
And the wind will not hold its secrets,
Its tongue flaps making the gossiping daffodils
Laugh in glee, resounding.
The treasures of the world begin to fade,
And history now recounts them as the
I stood alone.
Stand too close to the edge
And pretend for just a moment that
You can fly
As the silence all around you resounds
In the night. Loose your balance and trip.
Will anyone remember that this is where you
I stood alone.
BreathlessSo you've never drowned before?Breathless6 years ago in Other More Like This
Well come with me love, and
I will show you a breathless end.
Stay still and silent my dear,
In a moment you will last forever.
Don't worry, it will only hurt at first.
Just Once...Just onceJust Once...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be the villain.
I want to revel in the freedom
Of the shadows, in a place
Where others fear to tread.
I want to know that when
My deep blue eyes look out
From under long lashes
With the perfect image of
Disdain and cunning,
Arrogance, and power,
That those they fall on,
They have gone too far.
I want to silence
My conscience, and
Brush off rules like leaves
On a dying tree.
I want to smile,
Eyes flashing with the
Promise of vengeance
As my enemies step away
Can you see that?
I want to be the villain.
Can you understand that?
I want the soft
That follows the stupid
Assertion of todays
I want the silence
That presses a silver blade
To your throat,
Not to harm,
But to prove.
I want the hushed
Whispers that fade away
As I stride past,
Knowing that I am secure
On my throne.
I want to be the villain
I dont want to care.
There never was a sound...The caged bird never sang.There never was a sound...6 years ago in Other More Like This
You see, it was only a toy
Wound tightly with words of
v (Though sadly false)
Myth and LegendA feather,Myth and Legend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burnt amber in the evening light
Searching for the phoenix
Whose wing must suddenly
Surely this glistening pinion,
So crimson one moment,
And lovely gold
Is bound from
I can see it!
Of flame in the sunset,
Put off for five hundred
Always alone and
One of a kind. Her nest
Of cinnamon and thyme
Whispers back on the winds
If only I could find it.
Hidden deep within the forest,
I see the mighty giants.
The years have been kind to dryads
Who drift in and
Out, of eons of sleep,
Among the ancient boughs
Of forest monarchs.
Perhaps further on
I shall spot the bright
Blue-green of a selkies tail,
Of this eternal grove.
But it is not he
Nor the sprites who
Leap between the
Sparkling flowers, their laughter
Sweet and high.
All the colors of the
Yet, none so fire gold,
As that for
Which I search.
A loud screech sounds,
Hidden FlightIt was the moment whenHidden Flight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you showed me your
I was forever lost in the
beauty of a world
I never knew existed.
Then you let me follow,
revealing to me the Silver
feathers of myself,
so that together we could
share the skies.
And now I see that it
was only a dream.
Your shoulders never
carried the blessing of
Emerald flight, any more than
mine carried the blessing
of Silver. And yet when you
look at me, it is as if
you know something that I
do not, something you expect
me to understand.
Perhaps one day
soon, we will soar together
again, reveling in the soft
caress of a morning wind
as we glide through the
But until then, I am content
to keep my wings hidden.
Letting GoIt can be hard,Letting Go9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or it can be easy.
Depending on what it is you have to leave behind.
Sometimes this can be
The only way of life.
The only way of continuing,
To be you.
Losing a part of yourself,
Or forever guarding a hole.
It can never be replaced,
Forgotten or lost.
You cherish memories,
Because they are the only thing you have left.
You hold on to fragile shards of thought -
Because the real thing is no more.
You will never feel complete.
Your main goal in life is not to become rich,
Own a flash car and a big house.
Your life goal becomes the one to complete yourself.
To make yourself whole.
Because there's no harder thing than letting go.
Solstice Did it matter that you never knew when to come out of the rain? Or that even when the snow laughed at grey eyes staring off into a deep sky- you still could not tear yourself away ?Solstice6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I was never in your gazes, and I always knew that. Always knew that when you smiled, it was because the wind had whispered you something charming. Something that made you believe.
One day you will fade softly into a starlit sky without so much as a backwards glance, and I will be left to wonder if the snowflakes that fell from your eyes were tears of sadness or of joy.
It never mattered that the rain had laid her claim long before I, nor that Winters waiting game would soon come to an end, you the victor. All that mattered was the frozen smile that graced your lips.
L'heure VerteToday I danced with theL'heure Verte6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And laughed as sugar tumbled
from a brilliant mind to immerse itself
in the drowsiness of genius.
She sang me into understanding,
Each drop of water
Welling over into a clarity that makes
All things lucid, and natural,
All things, right.
And each smothered touch
of cloudy liquorish
Brazened itself in simple clarity
Across my tongue, pressing
Me towards an even sharper end.
If only every hour was
swallow your marbles "mama,"swallow your marbles7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He says, I would like to connect with stars.
He pretends the fireworks are for his dad. They shatter when they reach the air and a million thousand arms rain down on the ocean before they fizzle, taken aqua and blue and green, and the seaweed entangles until there are just hands under the sea, holding. His mother holds a flag tucked in-between her fingers like a cigarette and sometimes she brings it up to her lips, her eyes rolling backwardssometimes she forgets. Someone is throwing up in the bathroom.
At home they stew, alone. It is easier to watch the pot when it refuses to boil, and she stares at the empty stove, fuming, bubbling. He plays with his fork and tries to stick it up his nose, and smiles at her, because he is a little boy and that is what they do: they stick things, they bury things, they brea