HeavyWhen you let me go
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.
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.
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.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
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.
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.
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.
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,
We Live in HousesWe live in the houses of the pastWe Live in Houses in Free Verse More Like This
with the sentiments of now.
In trees of glass
with houses of metal.
We ride our clinking dragons
and steam-powered horses
and fight with whirring swords.
Play the times,
but where are we now?
It's too hard to remember when.
Sometimes it's better that way.
So we fight as we're told
and learn what they teach
and quest for the answer someday.
The castles are created from
iron and steel.
Clothing is created.
What is natural?
We learn how to tell our lives from ancient books
and long ago movies.
Who knows the meaning of self anymore?
Let it be.
Sometimes it's better not to know.
And we'll quest for the answers someday.
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
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
The Golden FeatherThe Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton
Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows
So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers
Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul
My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
Merciful devil, bless my soul
DilemmaDilemmaDilemma in Free Verse More Like This
Reach through the bubble
Orbits of shooting stars
Too flawless to be real
Those perfect circles suffocate
Crush the dormant fear
Memories of tomorrow drip down oh so loud
In a world where corners have not been invented
You're standing in your tears of joy
Or maybe it's another boy
Who offers you a scared gaze
From the mirror
Do you still wish truth's voice to sound clearer?
What Men Must DoWhat Men Must DoWhat Men Must Do in Free Verse More Like This
Our love profane will make you pay
For every note of laughter
Greedy for saliva and sweat
Eventually your tears
Born to circulate in fountains
Where after climax follows downfall
Splashing on little Cupids
Who keep pulling on their devilish tails
Lies taste so sweet sliding along
The tongue teasing your ears
Although they are just remakes
Of songs you've heard before
Deliver music to fellow men
And women for that matter
Kisses profound like a merry-go-round
Shall haunt you in your sleep
While half-burned words on pages blank
Fill fireplace with weep
My lonely grieving hands there delve
Smudge ashes on cold lips
In sad outdated love letters
Memories die and burn
Me, like all other men, for life,
I am sentenced to yearn
The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing in Free Verse More Like This
May smooth curves of your lips be the pillow
On that my soul can rest in peace
Warmed by your breath, the only thing to lean on
When our human days run out of sun
In streets of town now emptied by cold drizzle
I saw there dancing a blind man
Who compared creator to narrator
And turned my longings into snowflakes
Sitting themselves down on shoulders of us both
Now closer to each other than ever, forever apart
Like dreams those came true long ago
Still haunting what is left of us after they left
Maybe he's right that love is born of decay
For sometimes it is nothing more
And still we keep it in our inner pockets
As "nothing more" is more than nothing; well, is it?
He said that he was frightened of my beauty
And he's the only one whose words are true
For what his orbs didn't see they cannot forget
He smiled and vanished in the wind which now I am dancing in
At First SightAt First SightAt First Sight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love at first sight
Gives you a right
To cross the street with eyes shut wide
For having fun
Just to hand in hand come undone
Chest light with glee
Give smiles for free
On your affection's spending spree
For each sweet crime
You find a rhyme
Your only judge remains the time
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse More Like This
Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages
Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted
On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell
Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully
A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smiles back
A horse's eye mutely reflects old days' glory
Unnoticed by those who just recklessly ride
Into sunset full of screaming colours
At dusk that for a change might not be followed by dawn
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
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
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
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
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
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
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
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.
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.
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.
ContradictionsMother Nature dreamed ofContradictions in Free Verse More Like This
Life, cool and glowing,
Vibrant strains of ethereal, caramelised melody.
And she wanted to wear life,
Cover herself in it,
Embalm herself until she glowed too.
And so she clothed herself in flower petals,
Ripped leaves off of trees to make
She tore the wings off of butterflies and
Laced them through her hair,
Pinning iridescent beetles to her collar and
Plucking spring buds to wind around her wrists like
She suffocated her skin in that which had been living.
Mother Nature dreamed of life,
And in her quest to find it
She ignored Death,
Forgetting that even the most
Delicate, coloured butterflies
Must cast shadows with their wings.
And so Death did not exist in her mind
As she killed and killed in her quest to find beauty,
Until she and it were the same.
The FallI saw the sky in fire,The Fall in Free Verse More Like This
Met past associations in glistening dances.
And all was bright until
I saw you.
Then it faded.
Any doctor knows the signs of
A heart too weak to love,
Muscles overburdened with affection,
But eyes that stay cold.
So I found the highest place I knew,
Looked down upon the world,
And watched memories dancing in the breeze.
Our words hung between us like
Lights - fading quickly in London mist.
There was a catch though -
And this catch was that
There was nobody there to catch me.
The last breaths of an enemy hung around my eyes,
New wrinkles that would not fade.
Glassy plans had been shattered into crystalline fragments,
And they littered the stone beneath like sand.
Were you truly there beneath me?
I could have sworn I heard your voice,
Felt your hand on my shoulder in the
Icy caress of the wind.
That's what gave me courage.
I'd hear your voice again, though you wouldn't hear mine.
And so I waltzed forwards into space,
And in doing that, I fell.
On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some timeOn My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
And I really can't do anything about it.
I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.
You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.
I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,
and that's the end of it.
MirrorsWhen you look in the mirrorMirrors in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just say to yourself,
"I am nothing like the rest of them
I am no ones friend"
They try to tell you,over and over again,
That you're pretty too,But
You'll never believe them,
But that non-sense is true,
Honestly,they look plastic and fake
In your mind,that screams perfection.
While you are real and you have your
Tell me why does beauty matter?
So much to you?
Its all societies fault
It is completely screwed
What happened to having brains?
To having a genuine heart?
What matters is more all
Beauty and glamour galore
But one bit of advice I give to you
Look in the mirror,
And admit it's true,
You're better than them all,
You're beautiful too.
Swept awayShe was promised a true love story,Swept away in Free Verse More Like This
A boy who would sweep her off her feet,
Instead she was given a broken heart,
She was kicked to the ground.
She dreams of the perfect guy,
And how they met.
He started off perfect,
but now he's just a mess.
She thought she could help him,
Take him from the darkness,
He got angry and left her once again.
Somewhere,somehow,he had revelations,
He broke down crying,after realising what he had done.
He'd left the only girl who ever loved him through thick and thin.
He ran and ran back to the apartement where they lived.
It was quiet,the tap dripping slowly.
He calls out her name,he gets no reply.
He sits on the chair and takes out a drink.
He takes large gulps to ease the pain.
He hears footsteps,
He stands up and runs towards the door,
He opens it,and there she stands,
Tears in her eyes from sadness and happiness,
She thought she'd lost him,
Lost him forever,
But he can't hide from love,
He couldn't live without her.
Something We All WantWe all want love,Something We All Want in Free Verse More Like This
I can't pretend that I don't want it,
If I did I'd be lying to myself.
We all want something,
We all need something to live for,
We need a reason.
We all want a one and only.
None of us want to be alone.
We all want the same thing, lets admit it.
I can close my eyes and try to talk to my heart,
But it never works,
I want that one thing I currently can't have.
We all want someone to hold,
We all want someone to be there when it gets cold.
We all want love,lets admit it.
HopeToday, I made a list for you.Hope in Free Verse More Like This
A list for me,
To help me to figure out if it's worth waiting for you.
I sat for about an hour thinking of all the good things about you.
The bad things about you.
The first the clear winner.
I re-made this list and tried to get rid of all my feelings for about five or ten.
The first still won.
Your kind,Your sweet,
Your eyes are the most beautiful things I have ever seen,
You make me laugh,Your laugh,Your smile.
I know I will probably never get someone like you,
I mean come on, your amazing, what would you do with a girl like me?
I hope you prove me wrong.
Maybe I'll get the courage one day?
Maybe you'll tell me first.
I can only hope.
One PersonHave you ever had that one person,One Person in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
who you don't talk to much but you'd risk your own life for them?
Someone who you can not speak to for ten years and when you do it's like the last time
you both spoke to each other was just yesterday?
He's my best friend, and I'd do anything for him.
I love him to pieces more than he'll ever know.
I'm so comfortable around him it's unspeakable.
My feelings for him, they are also unspeakable.
Theres a large distance between us and when we're near each other,
She being his ex,who doesn't give me a chance to be near him.
Have you ever had that one person, that one friend that your oh so close to,
That you love with all your heart.But you know deep down they may never be yours?
And I hate it.
Tell Me What I Want to HearLook into my eyes and tell me you love me.Tell Me What I Want to Hear in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Look into my eyes and say that you care.
Hold my hand like you never want to lose me.
Show me that you'll always be there.
Look at me like I'm about to go extinct,
like this is the last time I'll be here.
Every moment you see me, fall in love all over again.
Say you love me that's all I want to hear!
I know you're out there somewhere.
I know I'll find you soon,
That person who tells me what I want to hear,
I love you.
Cheating FateSherlock isn't sure what he thinks when he sees a man in a brown coat and suit walking alone on an empty Baker street from his window. He wonders why the other is alone during the holiday season. He looks like he'd be the type to have a girlfriend or spend Christmas with his family.Cheating Fate in General Fiction More Like This
He tries to read the other; he tries to deduce at least something from the man's life, as he has piqued Sherlock's interest.
Sherlock flees the party in order to get a better look at the stranger. He's an odd man. Sherlock can't read anything from him, and he feels disturbed. There have been very few people he cannot read, and he dislikes letting the number rise above oneor two, actually, if he counts a certain time travelling alien.
The man is pacing across the street, muttering to himself and making gestures to the air. It's like he's talking to someone, but Sherlock is sure the man knows there's no one to talk to. Then he spots Sherlock, and Sherlock gazes at him impassively. The man is tall, with