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.
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.
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.
Nevermind the WinterTrack the robins through the cloud-cover,Nevermind the Winter in Free Verse More Like This
and tell me where they're going.
Would you follow them?
Spring rests in their talons,
and I reach for it.
I rise like the crocus,
glowing like an afternoon
of laying in the daffodils.
Find my footprints in the April mud,
because I am hope
and I follow the robin.
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.
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.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
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.
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
Peace in AgonyThe same place, the same five inches spacePeace in Agony in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My pain is laughing at my last smile
The eyes are blind this morning, every morning
My voice disappeared, drowned inside me
Lying here and time running behind me
How does a world shrink and squeeze you
How does a heart find peace in agony
Getting so small, smaller than yesterday,
My world is smaller everyday, in every single way
Smaller than this small window
Smaller than the smallest cube of sugar
Smaller than the crumbs on my carpet
Smaller than all the dreams I had
Bigger than all the dreams I still have
MotherMy longing for you weakens my heartMother in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the birds are silent as we grow apart
Will you leave me to my destiny
Will you come and find me
I spell your name in fear to remember
Scared to feel thorns in my pulse, burning rush
Your radiate face is more than a figment
Yet, impossible to touch
Mother,why didn't I kiss your hands everyday
Do you hear my prayers mother, they are all for you
I send them every morning with drops of dew
What words can do, when my all is still so few
You are here, when it rains on those hills above
When I imagine your laugh and feel your love
When the pink clouds come by, stand by and pass
You are here when my heart is a pile of shattered glass
Black and White world VS Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadBlack and White world VS Rainbow bucket in Free Verse More Like This
The soft kiss on my palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me
Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black and white world sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move, I will not move
Keeps taking all the light, dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms around my knees, I wait for you
The day is almost dead, and now you are home
You take me in, you dip me in a big bucket of rainbow
You soak my every cell with every color that is
And I am me again, I can see again, I can breathe again
And my black and white world crawls down my legs
With his tiny wrinkled hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door
We Walk Through Heaven's DoorLet your hands walk through my dusty roads tonightWe Walk Through Heaven's Door in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Follow them, on my vast lands start your fight
Let me kiss your kiss and drink your salt and wine
In your kind darkness my drops of sweat shine
Those wonderlands are yours, and what is yours is mine
Don't make me wait, come and touch every spot
All those mountains and hills, I'm saving you a lot
Kill your thirst, swim in my stream and fill your pot
İ am no longer a body , and you are no longer a soul
We are one lonely beat, was found for once and all
So, cover me with your skin as we hear the ultimate call
Breathe In my ears, and let me ask you for more
As we roll under earth, we walk through heaven's door
Born to Love YouGod created trees, mountains and seasBorn to Love You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
God blew life in the soft tulips
And God gave life to all human soul
But, before and all
God made the seven angels his witnesses
And God said: This woman is for this man
Every little creature, every rock,
Every leaf on evey tree heard God say:
'Her heart will beat to love him '
And every light breez, every sun light,
And every heart inside every life smiled
For they all knew God makes no mistakes
We met love, millions of years ago
We met before the book of destiny,
Before the heart knew how to live and die
Before you and İ
İn a time before this time,
The day immortality began
When God said : She belongs to this man
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.Everything I Want To Be in Free Verse More Like This
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.
I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.
I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing is analyzed to death.
It will make them stop to think.
I want to write something real.
But don't we all, I suppose?
If You're the Bird Today while I was driving home, I looked out the window and saw two birds, a hawk and a smaller bird, of whose type I was unsure. The two of them were flying together, the smaller one above the hawk.If You're the Bird in Philosophical More Like This
It was interesting to see, the small bird flapped and flapped its wings frantically, but in that way it was able to go just as high, if not higher, than the hawk. It was also able to fly just as fast.
The hawk, on the other hand, flew in lazy circle, hardly flapping its wings and gliding for most of the way.
It was interesting. I wondered about it for a while.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Or do they?
Bored and LazyIf boredom is the mother of all invention,Bored and Lazy in Free Verse More Like This
then laziness is her under-appreciated
but particularly persistent
Please Define Normal For MeThe teacher standsPlease Define Normal For Me in Free Verse More Like This
before the class,
a ruler in one hand.
She taps the board
and pulls out a marker,
writing in black ink
define normal for me."
Not a sound.
Not a peep.
All the students do is stare,
glassy eyed and hardly there.
Once again she taps the board.
Class is still in session."
blink their eyes.
They look again at the board.
She writes her question down.
"Please define 'normal' for me."
No one dares to raise a hand,
but at least they are awake.
The timid girl, who sits in the back,
her hair dyed brightly purple and green,
barely dares to raise a hand.
"Ma'am, do you mean,
from the dictionary?"
The teachers smiles,
looks at the class.
"No, I don't,
I mean to ask,
what does normal
in terms of people's tastes.
What is a normal person,
It's plain to see,
in the faces of the "popular"
what they'd like to say.
But no one wants to offend
this amazing teacher,
BaptismFollow you down to the red oak treeBaptism in Free Verse More Like This
As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
I will wait for you there until someone comes
To carry me, carry me down
Third star to the right,
straight on 'til morning,
Follow not weeping violins
nor crooning of angels' voices
but the breeze's whisper
to the bay
to die and rise again
Payne's Grey IPayne's GreyPayne's Grey I in Free Verse More Like This
dolphins take refuge as the
ocean is whipped up into a frenzy beneath
Gulls' screams join in chorus
with the howling wind
as the waves collapse upon themselves.
The salt spray and
smoke from the sinking galleon
Fallen sailors find their clothes suddenly heavy
as icy torrents drag them beneath the roiling surface.
The air tingles with the electricity of
a lightning bolt waiting to strike.
Letter to a FriendTo a friend,Letter to a Friend in Emotional More Like This
I know I don't actually know you "in real life," but that doesn't matter. I've seen your creativity, insight, strength, and wit shine through both your written work and our conversations and have come to consider you a friend (I hope that isn't too forward).
I know you like bees, flowers, and pie for your birthday dessert; and that you don't like making a fool of yourself or people asking you what book you're reading while you're reading it. I know you love your family very much (at least, most of the time) but hate some of the things going on through no fault of anyone's.
From across the internet I've watched you chronicle ups and downs, good days and bad days, and for the first time since I've met you, a birthday- on which we've made the decision to run away to the Mediterranean and build a palace (or was it a mansion?) from all those pennies we wish we hadn't earned.
By the time you read this, it won't be your birthday anymore, but since you've been down lately I hoped
Prussian BluePrussian BluePrussian Blue in Free Verse More Like This
uniforms clothe men sleeping
under a brooding, moonless sky
beside a deep, dark forest.
It is swathed in almost silence;
only the hoot of an owl
and the creaking of the nearly frozen river break it.
The air tastes brisk and clean
with a hint of evergreen
and fresh fallen snow.
The watchman shivers as he looks into the sky
and feels as if he's drowning in a cold pool of water
or perhaps floating upwards into the nothingness above him
on the back of the North Wind.
The SnakeBoredom was universal.The Snake in Short Stories More Like This
Temptation was only felt by a selected few.
Eve, for example, was tempted by an apple and the voice of a handsome snake. So persuasive that snake: so sly and silky, picking the angel Eve from her sweet Eden as easy as plucking a blackberry off of a thorn-less bush. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Moriarty could relate to the snake. It was a wonderful creature; he'd taken notes, pretending to be on the side of the angels when really it still had a toe in the devil's parlour, keeping its place at the head of the table in time for tea. As he sat in his hideout, Moriarty smile to himself. How foolish people can be, he thought. How quaint. Aren't they funny?
The computer that perched at his fingertips glowed, the screen still active. It was uploading something. A series of zeroes and ones streamed like a waterfall: green on a black screen. They reflected in Moriarty's eyes. It was a key. A key that didn't even exist. He smirked to himself again, delighted with
LogicLike living without airLogic in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or water, I'll be
Growing older by the second, becoming a corpse before your very eyes on this sofa as the
Indecipherable cells in my head will crumble and rot and decay without its sweet satisfaction. Please, I
Crave your logic, your puzzles, your ideas, and I'll drink them like the vampire's Sunday wine.
FrenzyDrip.Frenzy in Short Stories More Like This
All of it. Give it to me. Every drop. Every drip.
Give it to me. Now.
I lied. I lied, it wasn't pig's blood, it was the thick, red juice of a man in the street: ash-burned, empty headed, veins pumped with drugs and wine and beer and fear. He cried and struggled under my grip and oh, how he satisfied me. I don't know why. I don't care why. I was trying it out. I was bored. I was having fun. Do you know what fun is?
It changed me. The fog. It changed me. My fall is coming soon and my heart how it thuds and leaps and spins and tries to fight the angel inside of me that begs and shrieks and I want to tear it out, shut it up by any means necessary.
I want it all. Iron and booze and ooze and fire.
I want the sensation of blood on my chin, my face, my hands. The meat in my mouth exploring my tongue and teeth and lips and throat and I want that crack. Pop. The snip and snap of bone and flesh and the silence that follows and makes me dizzy. There's nothing wr
Sometimes I wonder what it meansSometimes I wonder what it meansSometimes I wonder what it means in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to always live with broken dreams:
Did I, in taking aim so high,
set all my hopes that they should die?
Or was it right that I refused
to live as other people do,
instead devoting all my words
to lines that will remain unheard
by one who turned her back on me
and gave in to society's
demand that she must live deprived
amongst those living simple lives?
Did I, in speaking only truths,
pre-ordain myself to lose
and, in so doing, forfeit you:
and this bleak life, unknowing, choose?
Heaven IsNot built of stone round temples grandHeaven Is in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where mighty Gods eternal stand,
Nor in fine lines of poetry
that capture His divinity;
Not in a painting, nor a song,
though in these arts such grace may throng;
Not in the vaults of sacred halls
where pious men to prayer are called,
Nor in the vast and endless sky
above the firmament espied;
Not under rocks, nor in deep pools,
in words of wise men, nor of fools;
Not in the dark, nor light of day,
nor in between where shadows play.
I find my Heaven in your eyes
where all of my own prayers reside.
ResurrectionLike a corpse, incapacitatedResurrection in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in this tomb
so many years:
suffocated in the stale darkness
without life's pulse
to stir the desiccated bones
of my once vigorous spirit.
I heard your voice once more, like a shard of
light seeping through
a sharp crack in the heavy stone
lid of this sarcophagus, and
Like a corpse, reinvigorated
and emerge into the world with fresh eyes:
those few warm words
were all it took for you to breathe
life back into this broken soul.
HoldLet me wake up next to youHold in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and know each day that this is true:
that in my dreams you hold me tight
and do the same in day's cold light.
Let me taste the air you breathe
and see the stars that your eyes see.
If I can hear the words you sing
I'll have no need for other things.
Let me share the love you feel
and bathe myself in your ideals.
To know that we might live as one
would leave injustices undone.
Let me hold you tight against
my heartbeat regular, intense.
For, when we're close, the world is right:
let me hold you day and night.
They all think they can fix meThey all think they can fix me.They all think they can fix me in Free Verse More Like This
But, what if I'm not broken?
I'm supposed to be in pieces?
What rule is there,
that says all people must be whole?
But still, they all think they can fix me.
With a sensual caress
or a wholesome home-life
or violent, unbridled passion.
Each has her own prescription.
I'll push away every hand
Each distraction is only that:
just a numbing anaesthesia
that can only mask the symptoms,
leaving the cancer
They all think they can fix me
but I know better –
and I've a feeling that now
even the cure would
Momentary DeathEach time our gazes meetMomentary Death in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my rhythm skips,
and with each missed heartbeat
my sight's eclipsed.
For with each word divine
I catch my breath,
each time your eyes meet mine:
a little death.
Every momentEvery moment is precious,Every moment in Free Verse More Like This
every second together
worth a lifetime,
and we'll cling to each as though
it is the last:
for experience has taught us
that it often is.
Each waking breath
and cherished –
the only reason to succumb
is to wake in each other's arms.
The weight of every passing
and treasured in its shared
Hand in handWhile sleeping we walk hand in handHand in hand in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and so are never parted.
We wander free in our dreamland
far from the broken-hearted
whose day-lit lives are troubled deep
and with stark truths are shaken.
While we're at ease now in our sleep
the nightmares grip their waking.
Empty skiesUnder grey skies vast & wide,Empty skies in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pressing in from every side,
I weather a veil upon my eyes
that slows my step & breaks my stride
a yearning void that's never filled
though with distractions over-spilled.
For, though I've all most men could want
and drink from life's most fruitful font,
without you here to share these days
the clearest sky is always grey.
I've found my tears againThough I was long without these friendsI've found my tears again in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I now have found my tears again.
I walk once more in shadowed lanes
as nightmares blank give way to pain.
And, now the ink more freely flows,
inside, the darkened canker grows,
the silence swells its crashing din
and sorrow rears its head within
the breast that long was crushed & numb:
no longer to that void succumbed.
Instead, my heart is tossed & reels:
its throbbing pulse afresh I feel.
DepartureThe world hasDeparture in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
taken you from
our firm grasp,
but the pain
you felt in life
has faded away.
You wait patiently
for us to follow,
to see you again
in a better light.
No sorrow dwells
within in the realm
in which you now
lay your head to rest.
August 3rd, 2010
DesolationThere isDesolation in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of the soul.
It is an
to deny this
into the corners
of my mind
where the memory
of you died.
June 19th, 2010
DepredationDrain the life from me,Depredation in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for my eternal flower
has withered away.
No nectar dwells within
and you have ceased
to blossom in my heart.
You are entangled
like an unruly weed,
and I would rip my
own heart from chest
if it would but rid me of
the discomfort you breed.
July 12th, 2010
TearA single tearTear in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
be the last
the pain you
gave to me?
July 7th, 2010
SepulchralThere is a realmSepulchral in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I cannot reach,
and it dwells within
the darkest corners
of your stoic heart.
Barricaded by grief,
these walls have yet
to reveal an emotion
that has been sought
by my very own soul.
July 28th, 2010
CensureMy forced smileCensure in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and tears down
the walls of my
August 8th, 2010
EnvenomedThere is nothing to sayEnvenomed in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the time that we
allowed to fall away.
Am I so inconsolable?
You left me with
nothing but a
Can you even breathe
after the words that
escaped your tongue?
I will find a way
out of this misery,
for this life cannot
end with the poison
you left dwelling
in my veins.
July 20th, 2010
A Memory ScathedBurnt are the wordsA Memory Scathed in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
upon your blazing lips,
setting fire to every
memory that mattered.
I sift through the ashes,
but everything worth
remembering is charred,
singed from the surface
to the very source
of our collective joy.
December 13th, 2010
DissonanceYou play meDissonance in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like a harp,
but you see I am
ever so slightly
out of tune.
The note you hear
is nothing more
than subtle discord.
January 22nd, 2011
Dreams within My DelusionIs it so hopelessDreams within My Delusion in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to hold a dream
in one's heart?
I only wish to
to keep it
this dream apart.
"nothing lasts forever"
and I've grown
weary of this
to prove the
for I have
found no better.
May 24th, 2010
I Blame the SkyAmazed the sky opens its gates old and rusty,I Blame the Sky in Free Verse More Like This
closed long ago, for almost an eternity
a palette of crimson and red blood, tinted
on purpose, just for you
(but do not let me in,
oh, do not let me in
not me... not me...)
Leaves me here,
on my knees, shattered and alone...
as you glance at me one last time
departing, never to return
As time inexorably passes by
golden brown then lead dark
night falls upon me
like a velveteen mantle full of silver and moonlight
I will pull out all the stars,
while I sleep...
even if it takes all my life, even if one by one,
so I will never have to see them and remember
The long summer nights, lying side by side
on the green grass, wet and soft, we've heard
the distant bells, hanging in the north breeze
and the river always murmuring
with the cicadas wings opening and closing
shivering with the morning cold
wrapped in each other arms
We dreamed an impossible future
Paradise LostSofter than ring clovers,Paradise Lost in Free Verse More Like This
silence comes where water
bends to sleep, running deep
Thousands of multicolour pebbles
here stumble and dream
and fearful creatures stop, admiring
This green beauty, everlasting
this jewellery, mirror transparency
staring at their own reflection
Such charms, awakening
such magic, glittering
at my sight, as I take my flight
All day, wild things come out to play
for that, I stay, a little while longer, watching
until the dark hides my way
I dream too, under the moonlight
gliding through the beam that cross the night
to rest upon my nest, tender as the middle wind
Bind, the kind dark and bring
bring under your left wing
the opalescent stars
Make the eternal black, more light,
bright, velveteen blue
and the river waters shall sing, too
As I become human, I write in Ether as a woman
words similar to a soul yours my own
if there is a difference, I can not tell
A twin universe, or my love in a verse
the delicate ivy, entwine withi
This Sadness Without a CauseThis sadness without a causeThis Sadness Without a Cause in Free Verse More Like This
like an old rebel
holds me back, keeps me in
dancing alone inside the castles that
I have been building
half my life - higher and higher
Impaled in the walls goes my heart
already alabaster and bloody ruby jewelry
rising in the staircases applying to Heaven's doors
behind stays... a well of wishes forged in Hell
after the leaves have fallen, one by one
as dreams and aspirations broken
The dark cold finds a way
to get into my skin, deep in
and my soul finds no compelling reason to fight against
this frozen emotion crystallized in time
immortalized by fragments of seconds
by the mere thought of you near
The window view exposes nothing new
the snow lies down... desperate in its whiteness
accepting me as its prisoner or guest
far away from the riverside, my water crumbles
I close my eyes and the sea comes to me
with the shape of clear blue skies in tears
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Verse 9th My bright skin is fading towards DarknessVerse 9th in Free Verse More Like This
the Moon casts a last glow, only to be my Shadow
for a while I am in balance with a smile and I feel fine
then the birds pass me by
wingless, featherless, disappointed
and I fall... I am stuck to this earthen floor
in this dried, gray desert ground
with no place for dreams or green to grow
I am slowly disappearing, vanishing
in the Horizon no longer crimson
all sound stops within these limits
there is a Silent comfort
in this normal no-colour skin
I'm finally gray... gray
There is no Dusk anymore
and I am gone to Evermore
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A Winter's TaleWinter's tale came with a cloak covering skinA Winter's Tale in Free Verse More Like This
a white so pure that even Stars feel compelled to sing
crystal jewels keep their gentle, endless falling
until a sudden stop above my eyes and breath, duelling
against my hair in a silver and red intertwining...
What a crown I have, what a queen I'm willing
to be... a frost of wind, breaking,
a set of drops glowing in the dawning
within the hands of Sun I'm melting
water and haze I'm becoming
like Love ever changing
in this new independent state of green
that all these other people call Spring
the pale embrace of winter's tale and its kissing
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Voices...They are just voices in my head,Voices... in Free Verse More Like This
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
A grain of sand
once a rock hanging from the cliffs,
sunny and golden
now pale white, yellow, rusty brown
The rain on my hand
returns to the mirror
where once your face was
translucent crystal, clear diamond
This pain is more than a brand
new shadow on my skin
it's older than this shoreline, shells and rainbows
it grows... and grows
Salty tears, waves from the sea
where I enter, once again
holding the green door key
slowly drowning me
They are just voices in my head,
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
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Between GhostsThe scent of strawberry flower fields after dewBetween Ghosts in Free Verse More Like This
I hold it in my breath for a while...
Wild violets greet the light of dawning
making their perfect purpling smile just for me.
I feel secure and warm beneath the new sun
glowing between the leaves flirting with my skin.
The clock delays its timing...
You're not late, it's me that waits far too long
I'm happy with your mumbling and excuse
pretending I don't see the signs
let's spend the day thinking of nothing
romancing with the beads and acorns left in our quilt.
Things don't turn like they should.
You're too bitter for my radiance and I resent you.
A cloud covers the sun and leaves, I'm shivering.
- You should return, you can't stay here forever.
- You said "you" not "we".
- Let's stay a bit longer until twilight...
Amber lights of fireflies in the dusk of night,
still you won't take my hand against your beating heart
like long ago you would,
the look in your face is revealing and disturbing.
You knew it before as I do now...
It will nev
Ancient MythsAncient myths returnedAncient Myths in Free Verse More Like This
they came for me
...ghosts from my past,
with their fiery nostrils burning my memory
flaming dragons reap my soul apart
I am no longer the master of my heart
I can not say, no more, what it's true or not... I'm lost...
If only I could cauterize my sorrows,
disappear within these breaches of insanity
which opal, revisiting the first of all earthly pain
I am almost certain that I will become, again
nothing more than a drop of rain
translucent as a salty tear-sea
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Wait...Angels dream outside my windowWait... in Free Verse More Like This
escaping from my pillow
glinting leaves of a lonely willow
into the silk of night
hiding - catching, haunting all light
Will they become stars too?
I do not know, though... I wish it so
Will they have dark wings (like you?)
and deep inner meanings (like you?)
I hope, so... too
Lay, on my shoulder, softly as a feather
falling gently in the hazy weather
Stay, as my memory is growing older
against my lukewarm skin
Don't let the lark fool you
with her warning, singing
It's dark, oh... it's dark, still
Don't get up... wait until
dawning wakes into another morning
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Passing ThroughThe wind is a sculptorPassing Through in Free Verse More Like This
molding the hills
Spheres threw their spells
holding our time
Between the two we live and claim
The trees in unison are a single, unique singer
carrying each sound
Stars cry down their glow
melting through, for the ground
Beneath the two we love and aim
The sea is a captive master
running in moon-tides
Mermaids and magicians
weaving all the elements
Beside the two we die for what we can not tame
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*Last Word*Time has come, goodbye*Last Word* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Muse delighted end is here
Last word has been penned
Can you hear my sigh?
END OF CHALLENGE
*Spruce Tree*Suddenly Christmas*Spruce Tree* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fairy lights flicker on tree
Presents wrapped with care
Bright candlelight in window
Joyous bells ring hopeful prayer.
*Life Transcended*Immortal poet*Life Transcended* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Endowed with eternal voice
Life lived on the page.
*Sunrise Sunset-No:2*Vermillion sunset brazen delight*Sunrise Sunset-No:2* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lover's hold hands watching sight
Darkness descends night grows cold
So what, these hours are pure gold.
Vermillion sunrise streaks sky
Two lovers kiss farewell and sigh
Man holds woman close to heart
Dawn and life in earnest starts.
Circles!Lifetime occupation, running around in circles.Circles! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Comfort!Warm hand on my backComfort! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Gentle breath, soft sigh
Kind kiss of comfort.
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*Wishful Thinking*Anticipating*Wishful Thinking* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pristine snow gently falling
Trees with white burden.
Intemperate ocean winds
Grey skies and rainfall.
*Faith*Across the river*Faith* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Stepping stones, I lightly tread
Leading who knows where.
*Fragrance Remembered*Masculinity*Fragrance Remembered* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Old fashioned fragrance called 'Brut'
Where the heart isn't--Impossible to hide the liesWhere the heart isn't-- in Free Verse More Like This
So take a breath and shut my eyes
"It's where the heart is, home!" she cries
She never saw I'm dead inside.
An empty hollow, dug out rest
A void within my heaving chest
"It's where the heart is, home" she stressed
But I haven't one and she never guessed.
Fermented Truth.Name one flower from that perfumeFermented Truth. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Plus the song you used to sing,
Pass me demons in the shape of lust
And watch as I give in,
Find the suitcase you took with you
When you flew that "buisness trip",
Hand me untruths in a wine glass
And watch as I take a sip.
Exist.Blood runs in circles, blue or red?Exist. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd bleed till it bled pink instead.
Stark against my slender wrist
The veins burn blue and I exist.
"Oxengenated" sceptics say
That science is the only way,
'The colour's red to me and you'
But I wait to see my veins bleed blue.
Please please please.There's a coffee stain on my white dressPlease please please. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And dust in your room's emptiness,
Tattoo your name upon my skin
Wait for the day you walk back in.
Two whole years; they passed so slow
Had time to watch each season go
Summer, Winter, Autumn, Bed
I'd rather think of you instead
Throw vivid looks of hate and rage
At the blankness of my diary's page;
Carve your initials on a tree
Trace the lines that ink your name to me.
Blood red paint thrown at the walls
Deface what's mine but not what's yours-
Look at our photos, try to breathe
Don't make me cry again; please please please.
Perfection.Skim your mind over the small print without looking for the catchPerfection. in Free Verse More Like This
Who needs drugs when you've got feelings and a perfect mind to match?
In this land of sharpened senses we're all living in reverse
And we ain't afraid of nothing and we speak our words in verse.
IntroducedNursery, their hands collide;Introduced in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Finger-painting side by side,
A big crude mess of blue, red, green
Most beautiful art their mums've seen
Circle time, they sit together;
Sing songs 'bout rain and stormy weather,
His eyes latch on, hers look away
He notes her iris'; hazel-grey
Dress up game, the two pair up
King and Queen of childish scrubs,
Tiaras sparkle as swords smash
He knows they'd be a royal match
At the end of Tuesday's play
She asks if he walks home her way,
As mothers chat and peck and fuss,
They pinkie swear each other's trust.
Twelve years later down the line
He knows her smile and pretty eyes-
They hold hands and walk the world together;
Sing songs 'bout rain and stormy weather.
She.Her words are warm, her smile is sweet,She. in Free Verse More Like This
Kindest being I've ever had pleasure to meet,
She lights up my life like a summery day,
She's my burst of moonlight when I lose my way.
A metal band, shiny and gold,
Encircles my finger in view of the world,
She'll never tarnish; she's just like this ring
An infinite, beautiful, unbreakable thing.