My safe place to landCome and rest awhile, I invite.My safe place to land in Emotional More Like This
Sit, enjoy and learn about the place I love.
Listen, as I describe the place my heart cries out to, "I am home."
Here, where the birch and the pine
reach high in the crisp blue sky, crowding the road.
Where the clouds are lazy
in the winter winds one moment
and tempestuous the next.
Look and you will see in your mind's eye
places steeped in Native legends
lands filled with mystery,
trod by feet thousands of years ago.
Names as familiar as the eyes in the mirror
call out as I pass:
The Devil's River
I reach the place where I am half-way between the equator and the North Pole.
I am home.
Frozen waters lay next to gentle lapping waves.
A world of white open to explore.
Images beckon of days gone by,
where a little brown haired girl
ran free in fields and beaches
barefoot, dirty and filled with joy.
A place with all seasons and enough days to enjoy each.
Long lazy sweltering summer days,
skin brown and kissed by the su
The EpiphanyI open my eyes to overwhelming darkness, alive with unseen motion. My eyes adjust to the lack of light to see slight shadows moving around me and an iridescent spark coming from some place below me. Winding stairs beacon me to them and I obey.The Epiphany in Short Stories More Like This
I delve deep, moving down the cut-stone stairs, all the while watching flashes of light swirl along the sides of the stairway, veiled by a thick impenetrable curtain. The spark becomes a glimmer and the glimmer leads to a shut door, with a brilliant radiance showing around the seams. I run my hands against the surface and realize I have to decide. If I open the door, I know in the deepest part of me, I will be irrevocably changed. But the light's goodness is overwhelming, so I reach out and push. The weight isn't easy to shift. I have a feeling I am being given a chance to change my mind and go back, but I push harder, break the seal and stumble i
AcceptedFrom across the room,Accepted in Free Verse More Like This
they will look dark behind her glasses.
A few steps closer,
and you will confirm dark and second with brown;
her eyes are brown.
If she lets you close,
so close that you breathe the same air,
you will look into her dark, brown eyes
and realize you were wrong;
her eyes aren't brown at all.
When you are that close,
close enough to smell her subtle floral perfume,
to make note of the tiny freckles sprinkling her nose and cheeks,
to see the fine lines crowding alongside her eyes,
a testament to laughter and to smiles and the passage of time,
you will see something more than brown.
A deep green ring outlines tawny eyes,
ones that are golden, warm and slightly verdant,
eyes that sparkle while they speak without words,
of all manner of things seen and unseen.
These eyes have been witness to
birth and death,
love and life,
pain and betrayal,
joy and sadness,
Worn Empathyyou and I have a bit of a problem.Worn Empathy in Free Verse More Like This
I think you might be in the dark about a few things
why don't I shed a little light.
you crave my kindness, my clever words, you ask for more
and yet you return them with a sardonic slap
why? (rhetorical question here, please don't bother answering.)
are you so skeptical of a kindness that you request
that you give in to your fear and strike to hurt?
let me tell you a tiny trifling little secret you can't hurt me.
(I said that very slowly and with a modest amount of sneering venom.)
because guess what, little one?
I have looked evil in the eye, I have had its stinking form cover me
once upon a time I tasted betrayal drenched in words of love
and even worse, I lost blood of my blood before she ever felt my kiss.
there are scars upon this self, this soul, that will never make it to paper
and yet still-
I can reach inside and hovering close to the surface of my being
is a deep well of compassion and love that never see
Your favourite colorShe asked him what his favorite color was, and he replied "magic".Your favourite color in Philosophical More Like This
"Truly?" she replied, with a quizzical look upon her face.
She pondered this idea for a few moments, circling round and round the idea of the color of magic. Images spoke quietly in her mind and she had an imaginary conversation with him in return. It went something like this:
"There are many colors in the world, dear. Think of birds. Think of all the colors of imagination found in their sweet layers of tiny feathers. The Rainbow Lorikeet and Crimson Rosella have over half a dozen colors to choose from between them. A simple black bird, an owl, and even the Magpie showcase their beautiful colors magnificently. You still are set on magic? Humm
What about white? I don't think you have ever seen snow blanketed as far as the eye can see, blinding in its brilliance. Sometimes, dark bruising sh
GoneHave ever felt bone weary?Gone in Philosophical More Like This
A different type of tired, it's one that takes root inside your body.
It snakes like tree roots, twisting and turning inside of you infiltrating every muscle, bone and sinew.
Once it has completed its enveloping trip through your body, it then turns focus to your mind.
A once sharp thing, is dulled and filled with numbness.
The simple thing becomes complex; memories become harder to grasp.
It then insists on completing its mission by haunting your soul, sinking its teeth into the last remaining thing that defines who you are. The thing that makes you you.
Weary is a joy stealer.
Weary is a heart breaker.
Weary leaves no room for happiness.
Weary robs you of peace.
Weary gradually seizes your dreams, and leaves nightmares in ashes behind.
Weary is like an incubus intent on complete and under destruction of body, mind and soul.
And who remains when weary has staked its claim? What remains?
I ownI ownI own in Free Verse More Like This
to escape inside myself,
to soar into the endless ether-
the vibrant oxygen free place
from which I was
to drown a little
in my quiet blood, my silent bones-
concealed for the moment
from haunted beautiful eyes
that refuse to see (I am)
of desolate men and places
solitude bleeds into silence
the hard fist of loneliness begins to crush
struggle to even breathe my air,
the essence of
not hi n g.
GiantGiant in Free Verse More Like This
it's that sometimes
I hate you
i see so much there
in the clouds
when you reach out to me
i stopped wearing a watch
i stopped the watch
i couldn't sleep
i forgot how to dream
and when my eyes closed
you were still there somehow
but they don't awaken
they don't awaken from the kiss
they fall in domino lines
at your jeweled feet
(you like their sparkle)
but forget their hearts
necklace candy on this string
leading from here to there
scarring your candyland
a path to the taste of you
i am lost again
Rae's RoseRae's Rose in Free Verse More Like This
in certain hands
to bathe in blood
of the once-loved
a reflection complete
in petals fade-black
harvested envy grows
from the green in my sleeves
with the tracks
of you breath
on my arms
on the edge
of a rose
New MoonNew Moon in Free Verse More Like This
angels hushed now
in prayers we start
snow white hands
inside of my heart
pour down blue skies
how March winds knew
of souls synchronicity
and leaping love flew
cradle the moon
like you make me alive
cradle the moon
where you touch me inside
clouds but to hold me
wings that grew strong
awake from a green sea
in hours too long
The Hooded WomanThe Hooded Woman in Free Verse More Like This
in the color
of white crepe
parts of passivity
yet hope and
of dry bread
then she can
of the white
Clamy Palms 2Clamy Palms 2 in Free Verse More Like This
touched the edge
we reach to the sun
until we set ourselves
on fire and ice
we call and praise
the tips of clouds
our hope of better days
the way cotton sways
coming or going
it is where we want it
the subtlety of sunsets
on broken sand grounds.
Ghost CatGhost Cat in Free Verse More Like This
past reflective eyes
and padded paws
more silent still
in favorite places
now cold again
with the loss of you
talking to me
where thoughts begin
i hear you jump down
into otherworlds again
you never left
yes, this i know-
you curl up and purr
in the shadows
of my soul
Girls creating silenceGirls creating silence in Free Verse More Like This
that felt like
so filled with
on a shelf
to tear at
grey tear drops
do i never
where I left
now all empty
with a million
but still there
I stitched it all
when i tore
and i bled
your lost sin
in my bed
like a sore
but i fly
on the back
of a sea gull
and i cry
to the mermaids
make the sea full
and we swam
to the edge
of a new dream
where i met
and we proved
all the words
Forgive and let die?To the one I gave grief,Forgive and let die? in Letters More Like This
I wanted to apologize to you. Although what I did wasn't actually "horrible" per se, I can still understand it must have been rather unsettling, disturbing, or what have you. I must note you had a small part in it too, as you easily could have given a sign that what I was unwarranted, but alas you didn't. I guess I should have picked up on them myself though but I digress...
I know we haven't spoken in a while since our schooldays, but if we ever reconnect I would like to try and make it up to you if possible. I hope we can make amends and go back to the way things were, I'd hate to miss out on a friend such as yourself over something like this.
Missing?NoTo the old various me's,Missing?No in Letters More Like This
So childhood me, how are you? Are you still living in your playful, carefree days? How are things with the gang? You and the bestie still pretty much kiddie-stalking that girl she likes? Just a heads up, when she comes out later you shouldn't be surprised, she even admits to liking the girl and that's at a kid. Anyways, I need you to pay attention: Don't screw around in school ok? It's boring sure, but you can't be playing around all the time. It'll prove to be important later on in life.
As for your school work you need to work on getting that in on time. And stop fretting about your stage fright, if you don't get over it now it'll come back ten fold later on. Trust me neither of us want that do we? I already know I don't want it, as I'm suffering the repercussions of a few of your mistakes now. But I digress (a word you won't learn until later, pretty much means I got off track and am going back on). Put teenage Dana on the line, will you?
Hello Teenage Dana.
Drift AwayTo the one I lost touch with,Drift Away in Letters More Like This
This is pretty much to everyone from my school days, as well as a majority of the people I knew a few years ago online. I lost touch with a lot of people, and it's not fair to you is it? Whether or not any of you actually miss me I'm unsure; a great amount of the online people probably forgot me of course, but my schoolmates I'd hope would at least remember?
Whoever out there I've drifted from, I'd like to apologize for it. Perhaps we'll be able to see each other again, if we're lucky? In the case of those from school, this will most likely prove true at any future reunions, should we both go to them that is. If this is the case I look forward to catching up over the lost years we've had. Despite our non-communications, I still wish you all the best.
Adrift at sea
EmotiveI feel...Emotive in Free Verse More Like This
Gnawing, twisting pain.
Hunger for something other than this.
Nearly driven to the brink.
Tiny nails dig into my mind.
A swirling, unsureness.
Not sure where to go or what to do.
Needing to know things.
Wishing I could relate but worried to try.
A pathetic emptiness.
Not caring much for anything.
A spark, mind racing with new ideas.
Thoughts moving faster than ever.
A protectiveness for others.
Caring for friends, family and more.
Sometimes more ok than I should.
Ok with my looks or skills.
Slightly alright at times.
Laughing or smiling at certain things.
Self-InflictionTo myself,Self-Infliction in Letters More Like This
You can put all the blame you want on others, but you know you did the most damage to yourself. Yes mother was overprotective after dad died, but you easily could have rebelled no? Sure you hung out with people at school but look at where that got you. You went the route of "Oh I'll act stupid and naive and they'll laugh." And sure it got their attention but they never really liked you did they? Not most anyways. And the real friends you had? You put little to no regard on them once they turned more "Gothic and weird" even if you'll never admit it.
And again look where that got you: they wound up hating you because first of all you'd began to ignore or scorn them, and because by high school even they had enough of you by then. But you put up with the shin kicks, backpack throws, and other forms of attack in the hopes that they'd somehow turn back to liking you. But no, instead you turned into a pushover who was pretty much a punching bag for the nerd he shared
Analysis of a break...I was the last person to feel my heart break.Analysis of a break... in Free Verse More Like This
In addition, I cannot say it was a sudden cracking,
It began gradually as a slow, strange numbness,
That I observed inching slowly - creeping in.
I watched it - in the fashion of a third person,
With a methodical and near scientific analysis;
Mentally stepping away from the scenario
And becoming just a casual observer.
It was all okay as long as I could think
That it was not happening to me - not really.
A degree of disassociation to the entire matter,
As I finally understood how this all worked;
That I would never be as important in your life,
As I dared hope or think that I might be,
Or as important as you truly were to me in mine.
I was the last person to feel my heart break.
For the brief time we were allotted in unity
I can say a last and conclusive thank you
To end this failed experiment of you and I,
And then I can say goodbye.
PawprintsI want it to snow.Pawprints in Free Verse More Like This
Or, I want the snow to melt.
So I can look out the window
And not see paw prints.
Because I miss you.
The untidy black and white pedigree,
That no one else wanted to take in.
Whoever said 'an old dog
Can't learn new tricks' - they lied.
In two manic but short years,
You took over our house
And our hearts.
I want it to snow.
Or, I want the snow to melt.
So I can look out the window
And not see paw prints.
Because I miss you .
OrpheusDarkness encompassed me; high-vaulting fireOrpheus in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leapt and burnt the vision from my gaze
But though I could not see, I strummed my lyre
Until the music swept away the haze
And I could stumble onwards through the mire.
Now I strum no more. What use are lays?
Save to remind me of my lost desire
That I betrayed--let silence fill my days!
For I, whose song once moved the gods to weep
No longer can make melodies from woe--
No dissonance expresses pain so deep
And no music can be as beautiful
As that which I have lost. Let others come
And fill the void with noise--I will not strum.
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I becameEurydice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Myself again--I heard it in the song:
A mordent on a note he held too long;
A stutter in his voice. I heard my name
In these and felt a happiness the same
As when I saw him first. Oh, I had longed
To hear him sing again, but this last song--
It was so beautiful. And it remains
The best of human works, though none shall hear
Its sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tune
Through vast arpeggios and Death's expanse
Except the dead. It will not disappear
'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--
Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
Sonnet of a CowardEvery night I watch you from afar,Sonnet of a Coward in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dreaming of you 'til each waking day.
When I see you, graceful, as you are,
My heart fills with joy, mind with words to say.
Should I praise your looks, your locks of gold,
the beauty untarnished by world or fate?
Or the charm and mercy only the best can hold:
a smile so pure, kindness so great!
And then you approach me, my lips go dry;
I should be rejoicing a challenge now won,
yet the gaze I thirsted now makes me shy;
as my words escape, I, too, turn to run.
O', the irony in my anguish as such
I long for embrace but fear your touch.