A Cold RenewalMake me pure,
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.
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.
GodGod is in her rocking chair,God in Free Verse More Like This
wood creaking as she hums back and forth.
I want to climb onto her sun-warmed lap,
breathe in the smell of air dried dresses,
May breezes caught in her floral-print skirt.
Her hands are gentle as they stroke my hair,
her knitting going still when I rest my head
on her knees where her yarn was.
She holds me as I cry.
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.
The TimekeeperI am the hour-counter,The Timekeeper in Free Verse More Like This
collecting time like water caught
on the bottom of a glass.
The wasted minutes you exchanged
for blue-sky dreaming,
the seconds on the porch with
your song-bird smile,
they're all here:
stuck to the sides of my hourglass.
The windowsill paint
has faded where my elbows rested,
my breath-fog a permanent mist
on the drooping pane.
like the emptiness after snowfall,
They slip through the slats
in my wicker basket
as I try to collect them.
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.
Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.
Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
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 Slower Way to DrownCry me an ocean crashing,A Slower Way to Drown in Free Verse More Like This
its sultry blues rolling.
I am tumbling through the deep,
and I've forgotten I can't breathe.
Salt in my lungs, rattling.
I am buried up to my neck,
my head facing the tides that
come whispering in.
The Last SunsetMy broken shadow stumbled onThe Last Sunset in Free Verse More Like This
and left me dragging like the sun.
The twisted branches snagged the sky...
how skeletal, their fingers stretching.
The earth I knew choked on the last
of yesterday's dried and cracking dreams,
now I am stumbling through the dust
chasing my spirit through withered leaves.
Something Tells MeSomething Tells Me in Open More Like This
out of my mind
let free to roam
cut loose to meander
enchanting melodies abound
tranquility relieves my soul
love, or the thought of love
suppressed in a relentless cycle
eventually screaming to be heard
kneeling before you
sorting my heart out
silence becomes me
this astral plane
gliding in the distance
back to reality
i wake up
nothing ever happened
Soon ThereafterSoon Thereafter in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like a woven mosaic
her hair, so soft
of radiant light
Dreamed of You Last NightDreamed of You Last Night in Free Verse More Like This
I dreamed of you last night,
it was so vivid and so beautiful
You lay with me in our nest,
each of us stroking each others hair
We kissed forever on end,
this amazing feeling we get
Never want it to stop,
my heart with yours an endless machine
This love we share is so deep,
like under the waves we hold our breath
Calm and rest are what we are,
transfixed in a motionless state
Arms wide open to suggestion,
Thrilling and exciting you are to me
You bring life back into this heart of distinction,
My gift to you is my love to you my angel...
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.
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
When you moved to HeavenYou left me wondering.When you moved to Heaven in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You left me your light.
You always shone so bright
You left me feelings
to deal with.
All your words
I will always remember.
Your last message
to me was hearts.<3<3
You really meant a lot
to me -
and I guess I meant
something to you.
All the words in the world
when I write of you.
I miss you.
You still mean
the world to me.
And no one can take
that away from me.
EscapeJust let meEscape in Free Verse More Like This
forget myself for a while
let me see the starlit sky
and piles of snow, so white
let me hear the greatest tunes
music of the sweetest moods
let the dreams begin
please, please let me in
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
Just BelieveAren't weJust Believe in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what we think
until we die
just a blink
of an eye
try to think
of happy things
and try harder
not to sink
into deep mood swings
Sometimes it's all
about tears and sorrow
fears and hollow
but try to keep
your weary eyes
there will be
never give up
never lose faith
it's never too late<i>
Yes, you're still hereYou always told meYes, you're still here in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
everything is fine
and I believed you
you told me
to believe in myself
and I tried, I try
you made me feel whole
your words healed me
yes, you made me
could be fine
and in my darkest hour
I search for you
reach for your words
in the starry sky
inside my heart and soul
I know you're there
I know I was someone
I was something
when I was your friend
and I know
death is not the end
you still hold my hand...
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.
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.
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-
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
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
Formulaic PoetMeter, mixed with rhyme,Formulaic Poet in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Formal elements plus stress;
Kiss MeKeen set of luscious lips pursed toKiss Me in Free Verse More Like This
Inspire my artists creativity;
Settling on the fall and dip of
Sensuous maw, never mind the way, I,
Muse gaze at you, blowing sweet nothings -
Ever shining, my eyes, with love for you.
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.
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.
He Broke Her HeartWhen he broke her heartHe Broke Her Heart in Free Verse More Like This
the sun light was put out
then the moon fell apart
and sat there before her in shattered pieces
she could feel nothing except for pain
and a twisted sharp blade forced in her chest
she thought she lived in his pocket of beauty
where nothing could dent her joy
she thought loving him was her duty
she was his girl and he was her boy
but it seemed the one she trusted most
was the most unworthy
it seemed the one she thought was so close
was really her enemy
what made him change his mind?
what made him turn away?
she thought their souls were entwined
but all he did was leave her world gray
...That Doesn't Mean...I may not see everything around me...That Doesn't Mean... in Free Verse More Like This
but I know what I'm looking for
I may not hear everything you say
but that doesn't mean I don't care
I may not know where life will lead me
but that doesn't mean I'm standing still
I may not be who you want me to be
but that doesn't mean I'm going to change
Connectedthe stem so sturdyConnected in Free Verse More Like This
yet has thorns
which reminds us that
life may not always be easy
each petal so soft and genteel
can symbolizes our love for each other
we hope and dream of the years ahead
yet we will have our problems but
our hopes, dreams and heart beats
are like each rose petal
connected and built together
we are as one you and me
The Darkwhen time slows downThe Dark in Free Verse More Like This
there is a silence in the dark
where valid voices send up a spark
and expectations meet the mark
these voices cloud the mind
and problems begin to unwind
these voices creep up on us the same
like a never ending dying flame
sorrow and sadness may take control
happiness and love may become hard to discover
but there are no regrets as they start to uncover
in the dark there is nothing to find
its just a mirror showing what was left behind
A KissSome people need a peck or twoA Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
for others a simple smooch will do
but many, a graze may stimulate;
and others may want to osculate.
and then, there are those who need a smack;
for flowery words they have a knack.
but all I want is truly this
a big plain old fashion kiss!
Imagination CelebrationMy brain was designed to think in marvelous waysImagination Celebration in Free Verse More Like This
to capture pictures of things never before seen
with out imagination the world would have no beauty
to be lost in a world far different from my own
is a wonderful and exciting feeling
I need imagination and creativity to thrive
I always keep my imagination flowing yet with out it
the Earth will stop spinning
then where would I be?
through every drawn or painted line
every stroke or burst of color
I always see something inspiring
through every camera lens with every flash
through every written word or any thought imagined
I am lifted very high and taken to
the next step towards imagination
it is what I have inside combined
with what I see with my eyes
my heart and mind works together
to give me a very creative soul
my words, thoughts and feelings
are captured and should be witnessed by all
imagination will take me on a wild journey
that will set my thoughts free
free to touch, inspire and motivate
free to excite, influence and stimulate
Starduststars like diamonds in the skyStardust in Free Verse More Like This
come out when day turn to night
within this above dark river
they show off their light
they sky rocket far away
with lots of room to fly
they leave their stardust behind
for us to remember them by
Forever Wonderingno colorForever Wondering in Free Verse More Like This
just black and white
everything is gone
nothing is the same
I'm laying here just thinking
when will it be just right?
looking up to the colorless sky
I wonder what went wrong
did all sins overflow the earth?
or was this the end of the song?
stars are falling apart
climbing their way to the real world
but I can't get up and I'm stuck
the sky seems to taunt me saying "Good Luck"
time passes by so slow
and yet I did not know
how long I've been there
laying in despair
when will it end?
as I look at the stars
I'll never find the way into the light
forever wondering when will it all be right
Morning's Musicthe sun has left and night has comeMorning's Music in Free Verse More Like This
the moon appears to be a hole up high
tall thorny tree branches scrape the night sky
almost deep in my dream world
but before too long
the morning sun as my guiding light
pours through to open my eyes
returning to sleep is not within my reach
the red of rose against the patch of green
birds alive in song upon a limb
tweet and compose a beautiful hymn
Tear By TearThe rain falls tear by tearTear By Tear in Free Verse More Like This
thunder fills her heart as
lightning crashes in her ear
she looked up towards
the heavenly sky
with such a questioning
look within her eye
the rain hurts her fragile
skin as it send a reply
again she lifts her head
and screams out to us all
as her tears sluggishly form
and begin to slowly fall
Seriously, people? And wolves - PHOTOS!Hi!Seriously, people? And wolves - PHOTOS! in Personal More Like This
I have been always curious about the number of people, who look at my journals. And new style of "favable" journals could finally show it to me. I was interested - when I post a journal, I usually have some + 400 views on my profile page. So I expected to have some 400 views on my last journals, which would confirm, that 400 persons read it. But it got some 6 000 views! it is MUCH more than my photos usually have! I can not believe this number is correct... I was told that the journal appeared in some dA news section, but I am not sure if that is a reason, because I had no special pageviews, just regular + 400, which is typical for a day, when I post a journal. I think that new visitors, who would be attracted by a journal, would probably (at least small part of them) visit my page, so I would have bigger number of pageviews
So this is a mystery, really...
As I said, I like my photo journals and I consider them my "trade mark", something which differs me from anot
Cute baby animals - PHOTOS!Hi!Cute baby animals - PHOTOS! in Personal More Like This
Here they go. Photos of cute baby animals.
But before I post them, I feature two deviants, who managed to capture my 690 000 Kiriban. Congrats!
Give them some , please
Pantheon Rome by YlfaZophy A Sognefjord Sunset by YlfaZophy
Icelandic Sleeping Beauty by YlfaZophy Cutey by YlfaZophy My rabbit by YlfaZophy
Wolf by YlfaZophyArtis' Blue Butterfly by YlfaZophy Thor fran Jarsta by YlfaZophy
Here they come. BABIES!
ApartmentFrom upstairsApartment in Free Verse More Like This
she heard late afternoon
sucker punch the television
as the children
covered the coffee table
and felt the dust mop
weep in her hands
at the sight.
She found the cat
under a pile of laundry,
swallowing a sock
and wondered why
bedtime took so long
to come around.
was her only accomplice
in the simple murder
of this life -
buffering the weather in the kitchen
and choking the beds
like those last thoughts
left deep in the dustbin.
BreathlessBreathless,Breathless in Free Verse More Like This
meek as milk,
her sex sits
at the man
in the blue flannel suit.
His hat watches her
to go shopping
or shooting birds
off the chimneys.
Why does nothing taste good,
and why do friends
He ponders her earrings
and pours coffee
into the sink,
thinking his wife
should know better by now
and dreaming of
how a woman's bare back
like a camera.
EggsYou didn't eatEggs in Free Verse More Like This
all my sins
that last night
you were in the city.
You said the taste
what you remembered -
no herbs or rocket
or strong black
fell from my bones -
a roast of haunch,
delicate as almonds.
You thought it would be
the spoiled yellow
and just enough
to keep you
RondeletsBlackbirdsRondelets in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beaks pierced with rue; wing tips broken
Frail songs born on air and dying
And frail sounds no voice has spoken
Tiny beating hearts laid open
Shiver of hips
A twist of silk sends coins flying
Shiver of hips
the rhythm poised upon her lips
Dancer, her seven veils sighing
silk upon her bronze skin lying
Shiver of hips
FlamesThere are flames whereFlames in Free Verse More Like This
his head should be -
forty pieces of silver
a dressing gown, a pipe
a poem left in the fireplace.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stone angels on the battlefield
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
Man as NovelHe is your unfinished novel.Man as Novel in Free Verse More Like This
chapter one -
a casino in Biarritz,
your mother's sapphire locket,
a beacon below your smile;
fingers cooly fanning out
a hand of baccarat
as he swears he would give up
his daughter's soul
sipping Kir Royale
at a garden party in Mayfair,
a spare husband or two
wondering how you would look
dressed only in his wife's pearls
or a strand of diamonds.
The eighth chapter,
a train in Morocco;
the wheels keeping time
with your stories.
You're Mata Hari
when a stranger invites you
to the dining car
to share a dry martini.
And the last twelve pages -
the streets of Curacao;
he steals oranges
from a merchant's boat
and calls you Katarina,
steel pan breaking down
the tourists smiles
and leaving the world
The DeserterI've wandered far too long tonight.The Deserter in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm left adrift, the coward's flight -
an outcast from society.
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Stripped of my honor and my name;
accused by all, I bear the blame.
This blasted heath from which I flee -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
The greatest prize for which I strived,
my fellow soldiers gave their lives.
Three white feathers given to me -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Branded guilty, without bail,
handcuffed in irons, cast in gaol-
no longer shall I wander free.
I close my eyes and dream of thee
And after sundown, cut me loose,
an offering to the hangman's noose.
If there's a God, he'll hear my plea -
I close my eyes and dream of thee
AnneSuch a tiny neck,Anne in Free Verse More Like This
spare and white,
the starched linen
tarnished in the savage heat.
The scaffolding ached
beneath her feet
and the crowd went silent
as she knelt,
the block a cruel nursemaid
to her tears.
Confession is a futile gift
and treason did not sit well
upon her shoulders
where the sun
beat down on her.
No one felt the word of God
in the father's banal words
and the axman was her final
A Mother's LetterDear Son,A Mother's Letter in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm afraid it's just as bad
as was reported -
that your Uncle Sven has been deported
for unspeakable crimes
with the neighbor's cat.
Also, you should know that
your fiance was found undressed
with your sister's boyfriend, Fred -
no one but the family knows.
I hope this letter finds you well.
Oh, I forgot to tell you
that your father has to sell
his gun collection
to make bail
for Uncle Tim,
whose chasing tail
will be the death of him.
And your sister, Alice,
has grown so thin.
We think it's all that heroin
they laced the Girl Scout cookies with
(it's just an urban myth
that they're a leftist group).
Your Auntie Kate has found a hobby -
collecting body parts in jars
(we hope they are not ours -
your brother has been missing
since last Wednesday.)
They had to have your cousin, Gwendolyn, committed.
She'd been appearing so dimwitted
lately at her job
and there was that messy little incident
involving her and the company president
(something about a prostitution ring in Mexico).
BattlesBattle of the SexesBattles in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Definitely in women's minds, men's promises are over-rated
Defiantly inside his head, he does not know she's aggravated
Assuredly her telling him not to call was not translated
Reluctantly he turns away for their love is terminated
Rich Man, Poor Man
warring, wenching, plotting
statesman, soldier, farmer, servant
starving, working, dying
Quote of the day series 2: 201Just because something isn't real, doesn't mean that it can't hurt.Quote of the day series 2: 201 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 98There is nothing dishonorable in fighting for your life.Quote of the day series 2: 98 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 208Possibly the most irritating kind of asshole is the dumb asshole who thinks he's smart, and has memorized the books to prove it.Quote of the day series 2: 208 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 91Some people fear the dark, some fear what may be hiding in the dark, while others fear what they know is hiding in the dark.Quote of the day series 2: 91 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 85It takes a very determined man to see reality unvarnished.Quote of the day series 2: 85 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 169Facts remain the same, no matter who uses them.Quote of the day series 2: 169 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day, series 3: 98Sometimes I prefer being alone to being with people because loneliness is simple; people are complicated.Quote of the day, series 3: 98 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 50Good friends are hard to come byQuote of the day series 2: 50 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day, series 3: 122There is an important difference between being cowardly and being paranoid.Quote of the day, series 3: 122 in Academic Essays More Like This
*Fragrance Remembered*Masculinity*Fragrance Remembered* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Old fashioned fragrance called 'Brut'
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.
*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.
Comfort!Warm hand on my backComfort! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Gentle breath, soft sigh
Kind kiss of comfort.
Updated 12th June2014
*Salt Tears*Drowned in flood of tears*Salt Tears* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Salty happiness prevails
Tissues crumpled, wet.
*Powercut*Climbing stairs by candlelight*Powercut* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkness thick with mystery
Alert to danger, cold with fright
Curiosity this dark night.
Candle's flickering shadow
Dance macabre clearly seen
I'm not intrepid blood runs slow
Sinister spectre, malevolent glow.
Frozen moment on staircase
Imagination likes to tease
All is well powercut ended
Electric light - the stairs a breeze.
Heartbeat!Ecstasy risingHeartbeat! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Heartbeat breaking boundaries
Hasty love, regrets.
*Life Transcended*Immortal poet*Life Transcended* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Endowed with eternal voice
Life lived on the page.
Sleep!Profoundly asleepSleep! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Unaware of life or death
Existence on hold.
Updated 13th January2014
*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