Blank CanvasShe looks so pretty
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
I am Icarus RedeemedEven when every dream had drownedI am Icarus Redeemed in Free Verse More Like This
and love left me choking on dust
and I felt utterly abandoned by
every aspect of my envisioned life,
something in me set on fire.
Oh, I know heat rises
and I'm lifting off.
God knows where it's taking me,
heaven has yet to shut me out.
Oh, my wings are broken
but at least I'm falling free.
It's the impact,
not my plummeting spirit,
that will throttle the light in me.
Yet You're Still RunningYour feet mimicked your heartbeat;Yet You're Still Running in Free Verse More Like This
Drumming into the ground, panicked.
They reminded you that Earth was turning too fast.
You'd be thrown into emptiness
if you didn't keep up.
If you cared enough,
you'd see the blisters on my hands,
nail-beds cracked from gripping the dirt
as I tried to slow the world for you.
A Cold RenewalMake me pure,A Cold Renewal in Free Verse More Like This
like today's unmarked snow.
Windows are glowing with warmth,
soft amber lighting that casts itself in
stained glass fragments across these
I want release to color me
in that same way,
relief washing me out and
re-painting me in golden tones
that only letting go could understand.
I unclench my tired hands and
trade bitter sighs for peace.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
How Cold the WindHow cold the windHow Cold the Wind in Free Verse More Like This
that rattles my bones,
as they creak across the wastes.
I have been wandering
these thousand miles,
and the grave is my only home
The frostbitten rattle
that's caught in my throat
is the only life in my lungs
Would that I could,
I'd thaw by the fire,
but the grave is my only home.
I stagger alone through
the frozen hills,
keeping time to my
I never keep much company,
as the grave is my only home.
Tired am I, but I get no rest
as I haven't slept in years.
But I never intend
to warm my bed
in the grave, my only home.
Color by NumberI want to scream in color,Color by Number in Free Verse More Like This
tearing at my chest so that
my heart shows the spectrum of self.
Take the reds and throw them
on the blank wall behind me,
I don't need that shade on my conscience
Find your blues and
color my irises with them,
I just want to see the world
in anything but greyscale.
Green sits in my chest,
let it settle there before
I finally have the courage to evict it.
Purple is my heart,
you've wounded me.
Eleven Things I Love About DAEleven Things I About DA......Eleven Things I Love About DA in 11 Things I Love about dA More Like This
I the way you can create doodles on Muro
I the functionality of the way you can customize your page
I the friends I have met and continue to meet
I the inspiration I get from other artist's work
I the News, Journals, Forums, and Polls
I the DA Meets when they are in Los Angeles, CA
I the the timely response from the Help Desk
I the feedback on my work
I the way that DA puts information on your deviation page
I [Heart] the friendliness of the staff
I [Heart] DA because they helped me get to where I am today, [Thanks for everything!]!
Let the music reach youYou know musicLet the music reach you in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
everything in music
you know I am music
just like you
I breathe it too
Through these songs
I feel everything
through this music
I reach you
let these songs
tell you everything
So don't you feel blue
I send only good
feelings to you
so let the music
flow through you
and just be good
Light a candleDid you sayLight a candle in Free Verse More Like This
you were lonely?
I am here
in the darkness
and I would like
to light a candle
in your heart
so that you
would always be warm
and you would never
walk in darkness
They never even saw meSo I stopped existing againThey never even saw me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
disappeared into rain
grew together with pain
people only see shadows like me
when sun shines perfectly
and shadows like me
shouldnt be on the way
when it's a lovely day
so sweep me away
I belong to the darkest night
where no one sees me at all
and I don't need to fight
for my existence at all
I'm free to fall
sink into deepest seas
of my tears and fears
you don't need to care
you don't need to bear
I could never be like them
the ones worth love
it's so grey I barely see
any stars above
I close my eyes
and bury myself again
under the heavy rain
no one even sees
that something dies
inside a shadow
in a neverending rain
SeeLook deeperSee in Free Verse More Like This
in the eye
of simple things
and see the magic
in everything you love
open your heart
and see the light
BecomeLife is learningBecome in Free Verse More Like This
to think of what I
instead of what I
learning to remember
what was good
trying to forget
what was bad
trying to grow
as a person
towards the light
and grow wings
that I love
what need not be
I'm growing a life
inside a life
in my heart
I want to become
I can feel your presenceIt was October back thenI can feel your presence in Free Verse More Like This
I'm walking the memory lane
I'll never forget you
the best friend I had
It was already winter then
the river was almost frozen
but you wanted to see
what was beyond the water
And after all these years
I'm still as frozen
maybe it should've been me
maybe I could've stopped you
The water is black at nights
staring with omniscient eyes
I know there's a world beyond
and you're somewhere around
Heart MusicI hear your nameHeart Music in Free Verse More Like This
in the wind
and my heart
maybe you were
just a fairytale
maybe a poem
breathe in the air
that's what you were
and your tunes
you'll never be
gone to me
is written in me
the wind will blow
my tears away
and the music
will never go away
Here in the shadowsMe? Just no one really,Here in the shadows in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
full of life.
But I have
seen the dark side too
and I'm here for you
because I still
believe you're true.
Not just mortal beauty
smiles and smiles
but there's something else
something I can't explain.
Sometimes I almost think
you can see me.
I know no one else does
and I don't want them to.
I don't know why
but I want it to be you.
Eulogy. For you, my angel.Dear Terry,Eulogy. For you, my angel. in Letters More Like This
how could any words ever tell what you mean to me?
I don't say "meant",
because you haven't gone away,
you are right here, beside me,
you're telling me not to be sad,
telling me everything's gonna be just fine,
like you always used to tell me.
Yes, my world stopped that night I got the message.
Yes, I think I died then.
I didn't believe you would leave this planet before me,
and definitely not like that, so suddenly, so soon...
I don't know if I'll ever accept it,
I don't know how I'll go on here without your words...
But you are with me. You never left me. You never will.
You are here. You are in my heart.
You always were my angel. You always believed in me.
You always gave me hope. You were always there for me.
You will always be my angel.
No one could ever take your place. No one, ever.
I will always love you, Terry. There is no other you.
You meant the world to me, from the very beginning.
You made me believe in myself, when no one else did.
You taught me how to love my
Always homeRemember we were littleAlways home in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
under the giant spruce tree
building castles of snow
always knowing where's home
Remember playing hide and seek
staying out until dark
eating berries from bushes
dancing under the rain
so free of pain
eyes wide open
What did we become
who are we now
where are you now
kids of the neighbourhood
I still dream
of those houses and yards
looking for a place to hide
but there's no one to find me
no one to be found
the big tree is gone
and I can still hear him
gently whisper in the wind
telling his secrets
of snowy winters
and happy children
of the innocent years
Your Lovely Bonesi stole your lovely bones,Your Lovely Bones in Free Verse More Like This
back when january was cold
and my heart was lonely.
i finished it this morning,
along with my chai tea and strawberries,
realized how much i couldn't understand
i'll send it your way, somehow
with thankyous and sorries and hope;
leave your lovely bones on your doorstep
to melt away in the rain.
The White Rabbit in Plum JuiceI don't love you anymore.The White Rabbit in Plum Juice in Free Verse More Like This
No, its not hate either.
I just don't know me anymore.
Fake sprained ankles have morphed
like tree-eating-slug-things blossom
into bloodsucking butterflies,
into early afternoon's glossy curls
perfectly permed and perfumed.
Long days turn into longer nights
I don't love you anymore.
The star-ed and blackened sky
not night but light-bulb sunrises
PAINted on white white white walls
with the magentaredpink pallet of lipsticks
named after a $14 dozen of roses:
Sheba's Double Delights
Dark Wine Maroon
A dreamlike cloud-reality recreated
with happy ending fairy tales reversed
I don't know what this is.
This prince with the mustache-and-blondebrown-shaggy-hair and open arms
In Love with Every Seasondidn't you know,In Love with Every Season in Free Verse More Like This
i fall in love
with every season
each time it
my sister caught a mouse
and put it in a box.
the little mouse
would stare up at me
with its black piercing eyes
and beg to be freed.
it made me realize
how desolate things were.
sometimes i want to take
all my carefully crafted ceramic pots
and explode them against the walls
or on the sidewalk in the garage.
for now they rest on the window
you go on your roof at night;
i can see your silhouette from
where i sit
i don't know what you do up there,
but i want you to invite me too.
didn't you know
i fall in love with each season
every time it passes
i always forget the
ache when it leaves,
and takes you along.
How I'm Afraidif you were still hereHow I'm Afraid in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i'd tell you how i'm afraid
to use the razor.
People Are PoeticEveryone's a poet in their own way. Even if you don't actually write poetry that fits under the category of poetry, you still are poetic.People Are Poetic in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You could be poetic in your thinking, like. "Oh that tree over there looks sad and lonely, almost as if it was withering away as termites and mosses eat away its hard bark skin." Just the fact that you noticed the dying tree makes you poetic because you have consciously or subconsciously identified the image of a dying tree to be one of poetry.
Or when you people watch, you make up stories about a person like "that man in a black suit reading the newspaper who waits at the bus station every morning at 7:08, he's probably going to work, but it would make a better story if he's going to have tea with his mother, or visiting a friends grave who died in a car accident, or just leaving the house of his lover after a pleasurable night." Basically any story or idea you create is in a sense poetic.
Or you could be poetic in everyday interactions. Say you're
BirthEvery poet knowsBirth in Free Verse More Like This
the pull of greedy words
angry to be born,
the twitch of pen
like Saint Vitus
between the fingers
shock the page
and ink smirks
blue and vicious
flooding under knuckles
itching the paper
like some hot rage
demanding a new voice.
PretendThis is the part where youPretend in Free Verse More Like This
pretend to hang on my every word
and I try not to notice your hand on my thigh.
I will pretend to care about Flemish art and jazz
and you will pretend to
You will say God is a fragment
and I will say Nietzsche had it all wrong.
You will swear blue is the new red
and I will swear your face is not the loud
animal you want it to be
and that charities are honest men.
You will promise to read my poetry
and I will promise to love your mind
more than your father ever did
and in the morning
we will pretend to be strangers
sunseti finally reachedsunset in Free Verse More Like This
of your sunset -
where your face
do you even
feel the moon
the weight of god?
i keep catching you
in my hands -
too much color
for my eyes
and the taste of you
filling my glass
where love could be.
Montserrat SummerGo, then -Montserrat Summer in Free Verse More Like This
chase after him
in your best dress
and those boots
that make your feet
like perfect ladies
and ask him
why he likes his life
and if he finds you
and ask why he spent
last summer in Montserrat,
drinking you away
that blazed copper
till the ropes
ate away his hands
and the canvas
became a drug.
you are a mermaid
rising from December
and cloud his senses
with that perfume
like a paramour
that his weak spot
where you left it.
you will dance
for his eyes only
and make your kisses
the way he likes them -
one night to hold,
that his arms
Spring CleaningThe sickening slam-dunkSpring Cleaning in Free Verse More Like This
his heart made
when it hit the floor
like a soft boiled egg -
so she scooped it up
and fed it lovingly to the bird,
wondering why the litter pan
had not been emptied
and the kitchen smelled of sweat.
Her husband took up
too much room
along with the credenza
stuffed in the closet.
She couldn't get the vacuum
round them both.
and his shadow was eating up
too much daylight.
All Hallow's EveThe pale keening of cicadasAll Hallow's Eve in Free Verse More Like This
echoes in the sun's lingering hue
and on the horizon
smoke unfurls its wooded glory
through the glen.
Pumpkins crown the curling vines
waiting to be claimed
in greedy grasps
and turned like changeling goblins
and this bright crush
of maize and barley
carves the crisp evening
and singes our eyes
in the fine glory of a psalm.
LosswhatLoss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
should I do now
living with the memory of your losses?
Plane CrashI watched the plane go downPlane Crash in Free Verse More Like This
on another man's soil
and wondered where love goes
when the breathing stops
and how the bodies would find
someplace to sleep
for the night.
The way you hum
is so sad
like you live
an ordinary life
she said, turning her back
on the window
to face the television,
the noise drowning out
I tried to remember how she looked
without her clothes,
naked on the porcelain tiles
that night in Seville,
when I said the moon
would stop for her
but the engine drowned out
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
Silence Leaves you WantingI can hear it on the wind,Silence Leaves you Wanting in Free Verse More Like This
it carries my only message,
but when it gets you;
it is only silence.
The silence leaves you wanting,
you wonder what I had to say.
I only wanted to tell you,
I loved you in every way.
My messages upon the wind,
are non-existent to your ear,
but if you come to me,
I will whisper them to you.
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
New LoveYou mean so much to me, more than youll ever know.New Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are so many questions and yet so little time to show
What may be hidden somewhere deep inside;
Im afraid of what may happen, if I show this side,
But only time will tell, how this relationship will go,
And then and only then, will we find ourselves just so.
Is this love?Do you believe in soulmates;Is this love? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a convoluted question of fate
that unbeknownst to many
is right in front of them.
That any meager attempt at love,
although gratifying and well-meaning,
is still a superfluous accomplishment,
a feeble attempt at intemperance.
Do you believe in love at first sight;
an instantaneous relationship
between their eyes, love locked,
their irises pulsating like their hearts.
That incidence of recognition,
an impossible, however improbable
instance of fate that befalls you
that encompasses you and your verve.
Do you believe in this;
this simple question of destiny
that for so many is so paramount,
is so vital and fundamental.
To them it is like breathing,
for them it is like dying,
but it is nothing but living,
taking the time to live and die.
Do you believe in life;
the one you subsist on now,
for there is no reason for living
if not for a belief in something
Someone to hold onto
in our thoughts and in our minds,
this someone is the
Papa, do not cry...Papa, shed not those tearsPapa, do not cry... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because angels lay in heaven:
watching you push away those dear;
pleads; met with resistance.
You conquer nothing nor strengthen
the bonds you held diligently,
shattered in the wake
of your torrent of negligence.
Papa! I won't stand nor make
excuses for your decomposition,
but do not cry as mama has taken
her leave from your destruction.
Your constant stream of woes
no longer saddens, but suctions
all essence from those
willing to stand by you.
Please do not doze...
Papa, please listen too.
No longer cry your dissatisfaction
as tears shall not do-
Heaven is home, my satisfaction
so let angels lay in heaven
to watch with gratification
as you live in life and strengthen-
Please papa, do not cry and weaken!
Please papa, let your angel lay in heaven-
WeI am just one, of one billion and three,We in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my country is part of what they call, the
A lone single number, littered
with zeros and Ds,
I am no one,
but part of The One State, under he.
My expression has flat-lined,
and my clothes have grayed,
the world is now full of what they say
An insidious plot to fortify their way,
has left many homes burned
and the banal sky governed.
I wish I was D-503,
Zamyatin warned us with he,
yet our world has no day or night
under The One States might.
Today is numbered; three.
I am just one, of one billion; now minus three.
Formulaic PoetMeter, mixed with rhyme,Formulaic Poet in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Formal elements plus stress;
This will greatly affectYou have gone,This will greatly affect in Free Verse More Like This
disappeared from sight,
and before you return
it will not
have seen the light,
for I am half
the man you left,
but when you return
he will be gone,
so forget that pessimism,
and remember me,
for I am coming back-
maybe not for you,
but I am coming back
for some reason,
and I hope
to see you too.
Your ForgivenessYour Forgiveness in Free Verse More Like This
P L E A S E
take this flower
I'll need your forgiveness
for what I'll do tomorrow
DELICIOUSDELICIOUS in Free Verse More Like This
drowning in every bite
begging for more
cant stop wanting
your imprint of taste
D E L I C I O U S
I'll Keep WritingI feel so creative right nowI'll Keep Writing in Free Verse More Like This
this pen does not want to stop writing
it slides across this paper
like I'm in my roller skates
on the wooden skating rink floor
the words flow like warm water
filling up my bubble bath
what am I doing?
nothing just writing;
is it a bad thing to
express my thoughts?
NOT AT ALL !!!
right now at this very second
as I write this down I think of
what my brain is going through
will it get too crowded or explode
from the over load?
I THINK NOT !!!
I myself may not always fully
understand what it all mean
sometimes I ask; will there ever
be someone that truly understand?...
MAYBE OR MAYBE NOT
it really doesn't matter
I am and will always be me
there are so many different thoughts,dreams,
and questions that run through my brain like the
blood pumping through my heart; twisting, turning,
flipping, spinning and sometimes even knotting up
making it hard to un-tighten like steam forming a
circle around my brain creating a huge ball of fire
Crying Petalsit budded in the gardenCrying Petals in Free Verse More Like This
late May and early June
and was plucked from its tree
knowing well it was too soon
having no thorns yet
for it hadn't fully bloomed
it now withers slowly
with a fading perfume
snatched from its cozy bed
crying with its petals closed
the sad thing of this image
is the tears upon the rose
It's Way Homewhile walking along the shoreIt's Way Home in Free Verse More Like This
she writes a letter in her mind
no words in the world could describe
just what she feels deep inside
her heart refused to stay and wait
it turned into the message
that she wanted to send
will it resist all the cliffs
and sail with the wind
to find it's way home
Seamless At Every Endshe found her smile; the sweetest one she's knownSeamless At Every End in Free Verse More Like This
she heard within her voice; the echo of her own
she felt a spark; that held the longest in her heart
she now feels closeness; within the moments apart
she's filled with wonder at the way her life took this blend
weaving a perfect pattern that is seamless at every end
she believes some things in life are simple and are meant to be
for she found her soul and her hearts own destiny
The K3yimagination is the keyThe K3y in Free Verse More Like This
always at my fingertps
I use it every single day
I'm powered by creativity
and I will not let it stray
imagination is the key
used to express myself
learning and growing
in every step I take
creativity is so powerful
I wont let it go
imagination is the key
unlocking my door of dreams
putting my skills in motion
from my mind to the world
lettin out the creative me
imagination is the key
I hold it with a tight grip
my mind is made up
I will not let anyone
take it from me
Faded Reminiscencelearning to flyFaded Reminiscence in Free Verse More Like This
with broken wings
yet have nowhere to soar
piano notes slip and fall
from key to string
the violin cries the
false yet beautiful
sound of love
not many see or
broken and bent
one moment of faded
in a memoir scrapbook
for an empty soul
is nothing but a memory
On The EdgeShe felt the breeze and could smell the salt in the air as it crossed her face. She could see the foamy white waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. She felt the mist off the spraying waters and the moon shown bright up above. The stars were in their mystical patterns over her head but she just wanted to jump in that ragging ocean. She heard little nagging voices telling her to jump into a forever land of lush paradise of kind, loving ,gentle people to leave the cold, unmerciful world behind. "say goodbye to earth's few simple pleasures" the voices said as she walked closer to the edge. Will she awake in the beauty of heaven on in the flames of hell? Will someone find her limp lifeless body, pull her from her peaceful rest breath life back into her earthly temple, and stop her attempt to end her sorrows and pains? Should she run and fly off the cliff or should she dive into eternal peace? "Jump, jump" yelled the voices. She then looked up and saOn The Edge in Free Verse More Like This
No One Is PerfectI've looked into my mirror I scared myself to deathNo One Is Perfect in Free Verse More Like This
I caught a sight Of myself unexpectedly
I know that my pain is deep so deep down inside
that there is not one single sumg for me to hide
but when I go through life I walk all alone
the days look dark with no light shown
the mirror image is not too clear I see
but then I suddenly realize it was me
it would be so difficult even if I could
really see myself; not a mirrow image of me
can you see where in life do I belong?
look at me tell me what is it you see
I see a face, a mouth and untoned skin
I see unhappiness and sadness
I see some determination and hadness
and lots of angerness and gladness
to be what I want and look the way I should
instead my mirror is cracked and unbearable
to even offer anyone or anyanthing in my life
I must be able to stand and face my mirror
I must stand up, fix it and make it clearer
why hold on to old pain?
why not just let it all go?
is it really possible to
hold back from yourself?
everyone is different
*Bridge*Paranormal bridge spans two opposing worlds.*Bridge* in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
*Lawn Mower*Abandoned in garden shed*Lawn Mower* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Winter months neglected
Stark moment, bleak
Dreaming perhaps of summer.
Dried grass clings to rusty blades
Remember sun-kissed weather
Months until conditions change
Cold wooden shed, shiver.
Memories linger, perfect day
Gardened and cut lawn
How to forget emerald smell?
Waiting winters end, mourn.
Edited 31st July2014
Lost Souls!Lost souls swim for shoreLost Souls! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Luminous sea mist lights way
Ocean returns dead.
Circles!Lifetime occupation, running around in circles.Circles! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
*Hunter's Moon*Hunter's moon reigns, paradoxical sky*Hunter's Moon* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wolf hound howls just might die
Illusions, secrets they abound
Whispering spirits hear that sound?
Forests turn evil trees walk and talk
Creatures scuttle alarmed they squawk
No place to hide, night of fear
Supernatural moment that is clear.
Ocean surges reflecting moon
Mermaids and sirens swim and swoon
Moored boat broke free, sailed away
Skippered by spectre who joined the fray.
Safe at home in comfortable bed
There's tapping at window cover your head
Might not sleep on Hunter's moon night
Thoughts run wild, deadly fright.
Beauty!Unobserved beautyBeauty! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Deep in the forest they thrive
Bluebells make no sound.
*Fragrance Remembered*Masculinity*Fragrance Remembered* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Old fashioned fragrance called 'Brut'
*Sandman Song*Back before time began*Sandman Song* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Arose an entity called sandman
His nature empathic, very kind
Elusive recluse, sympathic mind
'Tis said he is of evil intent
Grotesque, misshapen, back so bent
Whispy hair with fingers long
Melodious voice, sandman song
Inspite of how he does appear
'Tis not his wish to instil fear
He is magic and will aid sleep
Lullaby gentle, slumber deep.
Survival!Surviving this lifeSurvival! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Uncertainties surround us
Challenge for those with brave hearts
Walk forward do not look back
Life is truly amazing.