A 4000 mile trekA quarter till nine and the horizons still litA 4000 mile trek in Free Verse More Like This
with a tangerine effulgence - a melodious
emulsion of twilight and dusk. Yet you
are discovering the mysteries of our minds,
instead of seeing this wonder 4000 miles
beyond the benign crashing upon mellow shores
of an infinite tide of isotropic crests
and troughs. Yet you trudge through memories,
new and old, as your mind connects thoughts and
ideas, in monumental ways. My only hope is that
when I rest at a quarter till three, that my dream
will be yours, my memories combined
in new and old ways, and thoughts of tomorrows sunrise.
Three WordsIs it wrong to say, "I love you"Three Words in Free Verse More Like This
Having never known what it truly means
To love another individual, other than myself,
To feel the trickle of insanity
Flood from your flummoxed brain
Out your mouth in a stream of words
That you may regret in five seconds,
Not because they were negative,
But rather due
To the incomplete processing of information
That causes insecurity as to whether it was
Witty, stupid, or outright insane,
And whether in ten second if she will
Still be seated across the table.
Is it so wrong to be unable to imagine
A life that she does not exist
Commingled? That each breath
You long to take after each carefully crafted
Phrasing of words is not simply for me,
But rather just to express a mundane thought.
The idea that life is empty and infinite,
Filled with boundless opportunities
That I do not wish to bother with,
For I know there is one out of the
Infinite possibilities - specifically for me.
Is it really so wrong? I hope not,
But if it is, I long to be wrong
SerfdomEvery day wanders,Serfdom in Free Verse More Like This
Lost without purpose
Like a plastic bag
Drifting in the wind;
Meaning without logic.
A sense of where
Or even when
To stop and prosper.
Lately, I too,
I long to be
A simple plastic
Bag. I too
Wish to sit
And let nature
Too often, I am
Pulled, strung between
Two rigid poles
Drawn, and quartered.
Every time, I am I,
I am not I, but you;
Lately, my niche
Is not of my own,
It is yours and theirs.
Every day my mind
Fails to encourage
Creativity. Every day
I wander without
Decomposing air -
I'm so vainAll vanity aside, I am a narcissist;I'm so vain in Free Verse More Like This
I don't have an overly large ego,
I do not want everyone to look at me,
I don't want the world to revolve around me
Nor do I believe it should. In all hopes,
The world will continue to spin
On it's tilted axis around the radioactive
Gas ball just out of reach of every toddler's hand
And continue to provide ultraviolet light
To all those proud enough to not carry protection.
I have pride, I do believe I have talent
That someone appreciates what I do,
Whether that is truly talent, I have little hope
That someone will tell me as the comments die,
As the favorites decrease, as the supposedly
Two hundred plus watchers see my vile name,
Maneuver their "mouse" over the little 'x' and
In about as long as it takes for the clock to go tick,
If it did, as all clocks now tend to be digital,
And my work vanishes from their "busy schedule."
No, I am not vain, I simply wish to demonstrate
That for all the supposed love and support
And eager readers I have collecte
Immortality in wordsHow long will these words be relevant,Immortality in words in Open More Like This
even after crumbled dirt sifts
over glossed bling for your dead?
How often will my dreams persist
in a world where the air I breathe
has already undergone photosynthesis?
My dreams linger like my spirit;
although my life is spent,
buried six feet under compacted dirt,
these words are engraved
in Moses stones. Vertical granite
engulfed in unkempt valleys of your departed.
But my muse my muse, she remains
on this hardened plateau of shifting rock,
though her body is no longer encased
in your polished catafalque
she wanders freely wherever these words flow.
Her chestnut wisps of scrambled wisteria
cascading like boughs of weeping willows
over magenta framed spectacles
as twin emeralds spy
on other worlds and beings
caught in mans conflict
with man, nature, and self.
These lasting words conquer
what my dreams could not,
for my thanatophobia has been fulfilled
where my dreams have faltered,
fluttering on endless pages of d
Cannot CompareI will not compare thee to a roseCannot Compare in Free Verse More Like This
or to a summer's day
or to anything for that matter,
as I do not wish for you to fade,
to rot, or to vanish from me;
you are much too precious to waste.
Count the InfinitesimalEver try to count the stars,Count the Infinitesimal in Free Verse More Like This
The infinitesimal number
Of ornate star-burst specks
Populating the entrancing sky,
With multitudes of distinctive
Hues and intensities of light?
It's like that. It takes a lifetime
Of awe and admiration,
Of faith and determination
To trounce over the fact
That maybe I cannot count
To infinity or lose my place.
Should I count that shooting star
Or that comet, blurring the
Distinction between this star
And that? But I keep counting,
From that pale blue to the
Bright red to the intense yellow.
Each star its own distinct
Hue, flare, and intensity,
With its own distinct personality.
I've grown to love the green
Tinted star, piercing the abyss
Right into my hollow chest.
Number 2,358, 476, 894.
Each night I look for you
As I gaze out into the ocean
Of light to revive my endless
Quest to count the stars
In the eternal bewildering sky.
Ever try to count the stars?
I have, failed, and no longer try,
For star number 2,358,476,894
Is the only star I need. It's like t
Let Angels LayLet Angels Lay in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sleep little angel, in your cotton bed,
the one we wrought for you today,
to rest beneath your head.
The stars bequeath you doze this day
to slumber forsaking dreams,
and take beyond what things you may.
Twice the heavens opened their faultless seams
to bring upon your tired remains,
a hallucination that God deemed.
When the sun shines, darkness will drain;
the earth bathed in sunlight,
upon which you shall refrain.
The darkness is your delight,
a home to which you were born;
dreams are your victuals, which you fight
once more. For my little angel, I mourn.
SplintersI grew from the ground,Splinters in Free Verse More Like This
developing from flimsy
to hardened wood,
weathered and matured,
growing thick skin
to cover the scars.
Then my perfume echoed and
the sound shook the ground around me.
And I fell into the hands that
brought me to you.
You smelled different, sweeter.
And you said you liked my scent too.
Our scents, cedar and spruce
combined, filling the air
with passion, romance, love..
and we stuck ourselves together that day-
joined by lavender glue.
Our union was strong,
strong enough to feel as though
we would never part-
But if only it had lasted forever.
and with the time, change.
You didn't like my scent anymore.
I wanted no more of
your sweet stink
filling my everyday.
I pulled away.
So we fell apart.
Sharp splinters separate,
Rip and tear,
divide and fall,
But I'm still not rid of you.
As much as we tried to make a clean break
it never breaks even, as they say;
and I lost pieces of me that you took away.
I'll never get back.
MiscarriageNevermind, I won't be needing that swaddler-wrap of yours after all.Miscarriage in Free Verse More Like This
Someone else can have it.
"Hi, I'm calling to remind you about your appointment this week.
Canceled? Would you like to reschedule?"
Email notification: Your baby this week.
Your baby is double in size from last week. Hands and feet are
emerging, but they appear to be more like paddles then the pudgy
extremities you are dreaming of holding and tickl
It happened yesterday.
But suddenly yesterday is a week ago...
Today I'm feeling better.
The laundry got done today.
Calendar notification: "Appointment in an hour with OB"
...to be free...Carry me off to a world with no worries...to be free... in Free Verse More Like This
a place where my sight is set free to roam rapid
Carry me away though your arms may be feeble
may our hearts keep us floating and our souls become one
Take me with you, will you?
To that place where dreams come true
where my fantasies take flight freely
and nothing else matters,
all else is left behind...
Take me away with you to the great wide world
where I don't feel so small anymore
But a part of it all...
Will you take me to that place?
Please may we go?
....to be free.... please, let us go...
winds of changeburnt crisp air howls throughwinds of change in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tangled red hair, smoke clings there,
left raw on her tongue
Sweet Nothingswhisper in my earSweet Nothings in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
run your fingers through my hair
surprise me again
The Disobedient KiteI once went flying with my masterThe Disobedient Kite in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He took me out on a windy day
He let me grow higher and higher
As the wind pulled me up and away
I pulled on the string he had tethered
Wishing to climb greater heights
I beckoned him softly as to whether
He'd give me my freedom in flight.
He shook his head at my imploring
Stating the string held me up
'But the string just anchors my exploring!'
So I asked again, I wouldn't let up.
Finally he said he would show me
The value in rules he had set
And he cut at the string from below me
Exulted, I leaned, the wind swept
But the soaring expected then faulted
And broken, I began the fall
For the connection I'd found as a burden
Was what held me up high after all.
The SwingsetHer hair flies in the air,The Swingset in Concrete Poetry More Like This
her face stretched in a grin.
Moisture courses horizontally
across her cheeks into her hairline
as her hands clench the chains.
Her body, weightless in every sensation,
held aloft in momentum,
escaping all worry
for only a moment.
Steps to My Squishy SideEight means bring me something specialSteps to My Squishy Side in Free Verse More Like This
make sure it smells good.
Seven means bring me something yummy
make sure it comes in chocolate.
Six means bring me something written
make sure you use pretty words.
Five means bring me something secret
make sure it's only for me.
Four means bring me something yours
make sure you trust me enough.
Three means bring me something that's just you
make sure there's nothing missing.
Two means take what I want to give back
make sure you keep it precious.
One means never letting any of it go
make sure that means forever.
Dear YouXDear You in Letters More Like This
You'll always be my best friend somehow. Even though the time and distance between us seems to grow with every step we take in our own individual lives. And you seem to think very differently then me on very important issues somehow. I wonder who changed. You or me? Still...you'll always be my best friend somehow. It can't ever change. Like our hand prints in the cement at the home that used to belong to your parents.
I used to be afraid of the future because you are so old and I learned through time as I grew up that with time brings age and with age brings the ticking of the clock leading toward the end of everything at their allotted time...but you were already older than most people's parents. Then I realized I was also afraid because I thought being the youngest also might mean being the last one left. Is everyone going to go before me? And what would I