I am Icarus RedeemedEven when every dream had drowned
and love left me choking on dust
and I felt utterly abandoned by
every aspect of my envisioned life,
something in me set on fire.
Oh, I know heat rises
and I'm lifting off.
God knows where it's taking me,
heaven has yet to shut me out.
Oh, my wings are broken
but at least I'm falling free.
It's the impact,
not my plummeting spirit,
that will throttle the light in me.
Yet You're Still RunningYour feet mimicked your heartbeat;Yet You're Still Running in Free Verse More Like This
Drumming into the ground, panicked.
They reminded you that Earth was turning too fast.
You'd be thrown into emptiness
if you didn't keep up.
If you cared enough,
you'd see the blisters on my hands,
nail-beds cracked from gripping the dirt
as I tried to slow the world for you.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
How Cold the WindHow cold the windHow Cold the Wind in Free Verse More Like This
that rattles my bones,
as they creak across the wastes.
I have been wandering
these thousand miles,
and the grave is my only home
The frostbitten rattle
that's caught in my throat
is the only life in my lungs
Would that I could,
I'd thaw by the fire,
but the grave is my only home.
I stagger alone through
the frozen hills,
keeping time to my
I never keep much company,
as the grave is my only home.
Tired am I, but I get no rest
as I haven't slept in years.
But I never intend
to warm my bed
in the grave, my only home.
All I Ask (Beseeching the Crows)I want to sing to the crowsAll I Ask (Beseeching the Crows) in Free Verse More Like This
that they might stop their
raucous shouting to
cock their heads and listen.
Up in the branches,
where the wind twists her hair,
my voice carries soft and
is lost in their black-feathered throats.
Were they silent,
perhaps God would hear
the heavy note hanging
in my soul-twisting calls.
White NoiseThere's a dreadful pounding in my earsWhite Noise in Free Verse More Like This
and it's meant to drown you out
like last night's thunder.
Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a stringHonorary Sun Spot in Free Verse More Like This
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.
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.
It's Not So Bad When The Ceiling Stares BackIt's almost five andIt's Not So Bad When The Ceiling Stares Back in Free Verse More Like This
when the sun takes her
olympic strides towards
the westernmost curve in the horizon,
I find myself lonely.
But I know my shadow will hold my hand
as long as it doesn't get dark again.
So I brighten my room with an electric click,
shut the shades to keep out the night,
and search for myself to the tune of
nobody sitting next to me when
I harmonize with an empty bed.
I can almost feel our mutual heartbreak
when I stare into the ceiling cracks.
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.Half-Past a Different Kind of Broken in Free Verse More Like This
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
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
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?
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
Dogwood RoseDogwood RoseDogwood Rose in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dogwood rose, you jewel of the field
Don't rack my heart, please to my arms do yield
Trust I've seen one too many orchids gold
But what abounds in you they don't behold
You fragile beauty growing near the brook
Don't be mistaken by feathers of rook
To stranger's eyes I appear rather blunt
But in my black chest beats heart valiant
Oh, flower marked with summer's warmest scent
Can't you see how your fate with mine does blend?
To perish upon your petals I crave
This world for me hasn't a sweeter grave
Lost In RhymeLost In RhymeLost In Rhyme in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a time
I thought I saw the light
Too late I realized
By cheap reflection
Of fake diamonds
I was blinded
Now I'm lost in rhyme
Without hope to spend tonight
Like I fantasised
In deep connection
With the one whose love
Was but a word
While words are numerous
Powerful army lead by
Tongue like yours
Often so generous
In spreading plague
Among both allies and enemies
Sitting here so lonely
Without you by my side
Cold air says from now on
I'll be nothing but alone
But was it ever different
Back when your lips
Were glued to mine?
Brain claims I shall be fine
I just wonder what brain knows
About feeling this heartbroken
And if it ever cracked
For precious love gone wrong
There's nothing I can do
But let the rest unspoken
For what if you finally come back
And prove brain to be right?
Hopefully not tonight...
Yellow Mocking-birdYellow Mocking-birdYellow Mocking-bird in Free Verse More Like This
A chain of milestones
Fractured into laces
A yellow mocking-bird
Is keeping their accounts
My feet are singing
Road is running
To meet its fate and take a sneak peek
Beyond the shoulders of giants
Their silhouettes cast mist on
The moisture of sweet valleys
A myth to love of men
Who come for mining gold
River keeps flowing
Days black and freckled like your love
Shine through the cloudscape
Dividing doves into feathers
Bliss testified and multiplied
By clock ticking too loud
With that you tend to argue
Over our time it steals
Our hands are touching
Although my present is your past
Colours of your taste usually
Just find me lost for words
You speak of rust that flourishes
And happiness that burns
Among bright heaven's souvenirs
Watching over our nights
Finally tongues are dancing
Charmed by midnight sensation
A long-prayed-for salvation
For who gaze love in the eyes
Sculptor's TouchSculptor's TouchSculptor's Touch in Free Verse More Like This
Does it bring shame
To promise to paint
One's beauty beyond compare
But instead shape
A brand new piece
Flawless and too far from true?
Is it okay to measure treasures
And treasure measurements
For shallow pleasure?
Will dignity overcome gravity?
How many smiles costs serenity?
Sculptor's hands temptingly touch with disguised brutality...
Mermaids And CastawaysMermaids And CastawaysMermaids And Castaways in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered up through clouds above
Marched deep into bottomless sea
To find the missing part of me
Looking for what they label "LOVE"
I asked rocks along dusty road
Pleaded birds flying in blue sky
To help me tell the truth from lie,
Read what lines in a palm do bode
How will taste smooth and tender lips
Those to me still remain unknown?
Answers are leaving me alone
Sundial suffers from eclipse
Maybe love's voice echoes in chest
Like sea does murmur in its shells
When dainty mermaids whisper spells
To make us - castaways - feel blessed
Wordless RhymesWordless RhymesWordless Rhymes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midnight paints the whole world black
Angel's wings as well as lies
You get all in one pack
That my restless hand supplies
Warm avalanche of my hair
Curtain to make vision blur
Forbids audience to stare
At where secrets now allure
You stay quiet, baby, hush
Just surrender to my lips
Tonight there's no need to rush
When I hold on to your hips
From my tongue slip wordless rhymes
Let them slide across your skin
I'll taste you a thousand times
From your thighs up to your chin
Although sometimes I am rough
And my nature makes me tease
Of that you can't get enough
Moan with pain, then sigh with ease
When you suffer, I carress
To relieve the aching need
That you so sweetly confess
So I'll give you what you plead
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
Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happensConcern for the same old... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
meanwhile, the drastic double-back
they can't see where they are going
with no light, so they darkstep...
but if there is trouble in paradise
it's a major concern--
we all love sunny days
but everyone hates a sunburn...
it's the way they crash n' burn
that makes their face taste the
rugburn in a way that they make
sure no one else gets hurt...
and the shallow will pull you under,
so deep... take my word for it...
perfectly stiLLstoodperfectly stiLL in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
seek the thrill
the shriek of the static
peeking through the fabric of
the interesting and automatic
rise, and break
back to safety
just a minute too late
embrace the impact
that brought shambles
seemingly innocent things
or if you can act it
succumb to the needs
like the last step you took
Things We Need To Curbit's the breeze of the wind of your wordsThings We Need To Curb in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that makes me freeze when i insist to burn
my speech slips and i squirm, i feel sick,
despite this, i need to administer the cure
not sure if the verbal state is declining
or if the meaning is pure/come find me/
i know this cuz in my dreams
these are the things i heard
it's like these are the things
we mean to curb................
caught in the things we need to burn
one letteR-choose your words slyly, cuz it's whatever.one letteR in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's one letter and it's better than never.
second-guessin' expressions can go on forever,
but only the clever can hold up in this endeavor....
-and if you cant handle the weather,
if you cant remember the rain bein' wetter,
drippin' onto the windows longer than
God meant for Mother Earth when he blessed her,
-just relax and sit back... first, reflect on some thinGs.
matter of fact, take a nap, get a restful nights sleep.
(thinking right completely blindsides when sleeping,
see, leading to discreetly finding real meaning....)
-common misconceptions aren't always the best to get;
if you can't follow the definition, don't swallow the rest of it.
the words will get hotter with the fire your confusion lit,
*but the burn doesn't bother if it was right to begin with... ←
no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habitno releasE in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you can't escape the fact that you can't shake it and thats the power of its magic
changin the earth up in this piece isnt worth the stress if there is to be no release
and loudmouths blabbering with their hands out is no reason for me to aim to please
so this shit MUST cease....... i live to believe that something has got to give
i'm convinced the definition directly relates to whether or not it is intuitive
but in its truest sense, there exists no questioning at all of any of this
and thats why i dont defend myself when it comes to any of this
the moral implications of hittin the floor will shake up the picture with more complex complications than ever before
you can not ignore the fact when it's in your face and you step back and then brace for impact cuz you taste it
its bitter, the burn of harsh reality vs. shards of broken fantasies will hardly bring back what is actually happening...
i push the envelopEextensive input fishin' with patiencei push the envelopE in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
waitin' for a response anticipation
is shakin' look into the spot-
what do you make of it?
what can you take from it?
me i don't know i guess
i push the envelope and the temperature
of my demeanor yo is hella cold-
so if aces are wild and suicide kings
are on trial i think i might just fold
but know that i'll be doin' it
jack-knife style so as not to defile
the common courtesy placement of
what's to be expected but if i
stand corrected i will consider
my intentions deflected and rather
dream-like and majestic
and bet that somewhere in there lies
a lesson to be learned, so light the fire
of destiny and as it burns deny all
the questions and lies and spur of the moment
reactions so drastic they hurt-
Complete MeSSi breathe a deep breath before i set out to beast the bestComplete MeSS in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
seems i need to feel it deep in my chest to complete the test
i don't need rest until i'm a complete mess
cuz i'll str8 leave my head bein' one mean wreck
i can't think unless things make sense
i need to confess - i need my head checked
i need to be impressed for my speech to be correct
peace from this stress won't relieve intellect
but pieces from the rest will still keep you in check
so...... just shut the fuck up and do it then.
defeatisTmy eyes start to swirldefeatisT in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
vision is tunneled, frozen gaze
i'll fall while you dance n' twirl
i'll stumble with my broken ways
eclipsed in sound you cannot feel
it blocks any attempt to show...
what gets around to you has appeal
but it's not any better than what i know-
cuz the best is always
better than me
and the rest is always
catchin' up to me
so i'm left laughin'
at my dreams
i'm left laughin'
zero resultswhen everyday seems just the samezero results in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you know its hard to maintain
that little sparkle in my eye
its just the darkness of life
i think im runnin out of tries
i think im dumb and im blind
i think i might actually be losin
what is left of my mind-
so where we at is the first dimension/
groups of shapes/
failin to find a way to correct this sense of misdirection/
aided by a case of nervous awkward apprehension-
the naturEeasy days aren't freethe naturE in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
given that you continue with what you see
indicating it's post-traumatic nothing disorder
will be a notice of days getting shorter|||
rain gathers thoughts in puddles that flood my mind
bushes in wind will rustle a chill up my spine
the nature of connection, is direction, see
that way you don't have to guess the intention of things|||
you're pushin' it and over-analyzing now
if you hit the brakes you lose your grip
i can't imagine how loud it must have been
when the bubble burst... when reality smashed it in|||
losing slumber is like playing a bad hand
mother nature's cleansing effect is in high demand
stay afloat while you let it sink in... so
you can slowly see your life start to unfold|||
Letters To GodThere's a difference between darkness and nothingness. Darkness is being a temporary resident of rock bottom, a shadowy state of melancholy that's only motivated by the fact that you can only go up from there. Dark can be converted to light, slowly but surely, so that we have a glimmer of hope. Nothingness? It's being totally numb to the reality surrounding you. It can only be reversed if you put your entire soul into making something out of nothing. Trust me, I would know.Letters To God in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't have a bad home life. In fact, my family was one of the strongest I had known at the time. I got reasonably good grades, barely ever faltering on an exam. I even had a few people I called my friends, who I thought would stick with me for the longest while. That was when I, an eleven year old girl whose parents sheltered her as well as they could, was introduced to the online universe of cyber-bullying. Soon, after my peers put up this façade of courage on the Internet, the assumed culprits began to bri
Your HandsI remember when your handsYour Hands in Free Verse More Like This
Were intertwined with mine,
Twisting, turning, constant
Yearning to know exactly
What this was, this feeling
I'm learning to cope with.
I never liked holding hands,
For in the hands the heart
Is held, folding fingers
Over one another's was never
That appealing to me, but you.
You kept my head reeling,
Returning for more, I would
Soar as your hands wrapped
'Round my body, discerning
Why this felt so new, a few
Had called me cute before,
Why is it different when
You say I'm beautiful?
Now, it's all changed, it's
Over, you were the reason
I felt this switch, a changing
Season, you said the words,
"I love you." You said it to
Me, you see, I take things
Like that pretty seriously.
You caused me such grief, a
Relief now knowing you aren't
As great as you think you are,
I'm far changed from those days,
I don't hate you. But I don't
Miss you, or to kiss you. I was
Happy to dismiss you, but I miss
Your hands intertwined with mine.
I Find It Funny That You Can't Look Straight At MeOne step away fromI Find It Funny That You Can't Look Straight At Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pain and hurt you caused me,
But I still miss you.
When I'm with others,
I have to divert my eyes
Away from your gaze.
I can't help myself.
You just left me on my last
It doesn't help me
That every time I see you,
I shut up and sigh.
Why don't you be a
Man about it all and tell
Me why you did it?
You led me on, love.
You left me hung out to dry.
You're a coward.
Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current WorldMy veins? They bleed ink,Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thick, black, translucent blood.
The flowing won't stop.
Sometimes, I worry
My oxygen intake will
Falter and shut down.
I have night terrors
And wake up suffocating,
Sleep? A luxury.
I can't afford to waste it
Once I'm getting it.
Over in my world of sad,
There's too much pressure.
It's caving into me, my
Lungs and cavity.
Anymore, a cadaver
Behind curls of my dead skin.
By imagination, time
Is just an object.
Why should I follow
When I can barely keep my
Own head from falling?
UntitledMy mind is abstract.Untitled in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You can't tell it's there, my thoughts
Cast their grey shadow.
Overcome with it,
Emotion swells in a soul
Flooded by pure blood.
I can't analyze
What's unknown to me, my heart
Is shifting like clay.
I work my way up only
To become the prey.
Pry off my fingers,
Shut me away to be one
With my own being.
Isn't going to work in
This case, I've fallen.
You can't see me here.
You can't see me anywhere.
Well, will you answer?
His expression blank,
He doesn't notice me, but
His eyes? Breathtaking.
your eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart.i never really likedyour eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart. in Free Verse More Like This
making eye contact.
i was never fond of having
my soul bore into by
twenty-something pairs of orbs
in the audience.
but it's a lot different
when it's only one person.
i was always shy.
you even told me i was
timid, that i appeared
too quiet, i should be
more social, you said.
your eyes are so breathtaking.
they're nothing special,
just normal hazel eyes,
they're just expressive.
your eyes have so much emotion,
potential brewing inside, tears
never seem to be released
because your eyes are always
glassy and gleeful, i'm glad
that you're happy.
i used to light up
every time i locked glances
with those eyes, my heart
would nearly skip a beat
in excitement, but now?
now, every time i lock glances
with you, you look for all of
three seconds, then turn away
like i'm just that ugly,
do i look diseased to you?
am i that unimportant that you
feel like you have the
audacity to not even grant me
the common courtesy to smile
when i see you staring?
i know you
it feels like everything's caving in on my spirit.usedit feels like everything's caving in on my spirit. in Free Verse More Like This
is a word with multiple meanings.
it can mean
all the life sucked out of you.
it can mean
you've wasted away from so much
pressure, a hand you weren't given.
it can mean
you take a giant leap of faith
only to fall to your icy plunge,
into the splash you go.
i don't lke being used.
it's not fun.
you think for so long,
look, this will finally happen
and then it does
when you least expect,
and you feel like shit afterwards.
because you know you're
you know it and
you don't fight it.
i'm not pitying myself,
i'm pitying the girls that deal
with this same problem,
we take what we get
and sometimes what we get
isn't what we want.
maybe it is in some senses,
but after it's all said and done,
it's not what it was
supposed to feel like.
it's almost as if all the
air has been drained from
my lungs, heaving, i'm frightened
by how this thing has been
ruined, bursted to pieces, blown
to smithereens, broken.
but is it?
or are you just pretending it is
so you don't have to deal with
A HaikuToday, we spoke andA Haiku in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though it had been a while since,
I still feel something...
Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.2Delilah fit rather well into our group of girls. She was the only strawberry blonde one there, after all. We all had such different looks about us. Eleanor was long and stringy, and so was her corn-silk blonde hair. Her eyes were lumps of black coal on a milky white body, high cheekbones and protruding elbows and knees. She really was a freak of nature, but she was quite funny. No amount of looks can equal a good sense of humor.Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Emily was some variation of Asian, her green eyes almond-shaped and her thick black bob pinned back with neon green barrettes. She was plump and short, but not in the unattractive way. She looked a little like hourglass, but not too much. Emily never wore makeup, but she was still the prettiest one in our group.
Farrah and Bethany weren't related, but they might as well have been. They were both of average height, small weight, and good looks. They both had blue eyes that gave you chills the second you looked at them. Farrah's hair, though, was spiked in a flam
Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.3I had come to the conclusion that poor Delilah was destined to be attached to me for the school year. When she received her schedule, we had all but three classes together. Seven periods a day with this new girlthe worst part was that her sister was in three of them with us.Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Our clique compared schedules after we received them at the assembly. A majority of our group was in remedial classes. Emily was in several honors courses, believe it or not, and I had a mainly academic schedule. Disregarding that massive amount of classes I had with Delilah, I had pre-calculus and lunch with everyone. I had English with everyone but Emily. I had history with Farrah and Bethany. I had Latin with Eleanor.
I had pre-calculus, modern literature, chemistry, art, and journalism with Delilah, not to mention lunch and study period. It was like they were forcing her to follow me around like a puppy dog. It was insanity, to be perfectly honest.
"We're going to be seeing a lot of each other, aren't we?
A Tapestry"Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep,A Tapestry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee weep."
The thread was pale as new-hewn beech
She grasped it; held it close
And let it rest upon her cheek
For she loved it the most.
She could not find the other shades
That matched his eyes or hair
Though she had searched so many years
And stripped whole gardens bare.
His skin was all she could distill
From tender buds, half-grown,
And as she watched his cheek grown round
She wove, and grieved, alone.
She pulled the shuttle through the warp
To form the woolen weft
And wished that he had never gone
And left her so bereft;
Not just of him, but of her life--
Her child, cast away
Over the broken battlements.
If only he had stayed!
But as she wound the thread around
And beat the fibers close
She knew that he had never loved
Her or their son
OrpheusDarkness encompassed me; high-vaulting fireOrpheus in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leapt and burnt the vision from my gaze
But though I could not see, I strummed my lyre
Until the music swept away the haze
And I could stumble onwards through the mire.
Now I strum no more. What use are lays?
Save to remind me of my lost desire
That I betrayed--let silence fill my days!
For I, whose song once moved the gods to weep
No longer can make melodies from woe--
No dissonance expresses pain so deep
And no music can be as beautiful
As that which I have lost. Let others come
And fill the void with noise--I will not strum.
Sonnet XVII: The TreeA tree grows in our courtyard; let it bloom--Sonnet XVII: The Tree in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let branches reach to curl around the sun
And cast their sooty boughs in shadowed gloom
Across the cobblestones. Let light still come
To blush a little, warm the cracking bark
'Neath draping leaves, trailed veils across the sky;
Let moonlight still imbue the waking dark
With dimming flame--until the morn arrives.
Then sun glows o'er our courtyard; yet it fades
As greenery embowers all the light
Entrapping rays within its quiet shade
'Till day and dawn become another night
And we can rest upon the stones below
And watch the tree, with all its darkness, grow.
I did not save her from the sea.The pond was small, the cattails fair;I did not save her from the sea. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The algae drew a shining veil
Across the waters waiting there
For her to come while wandering
And stare beyond the dreary pale
Expanse of fog and starry glare
Upon the pond within the dale
Where she had ventured, pondering
The many dreams she'd had of late
Of sandy-shores and broken shells
Upon a beach along a strait
And of the ocean shimmering
She heard the wave's cathedral bells
Come crashing with a dreadful weight
'Till she, afraid of violent swells,
Could no more see the glimmering
Of pearly foam, nor shining seas
But only turbid tempest-doom;
No more the fragrant, salt-laced breeze
That over all was mingling.
Such were her dreamsnow through the gloom
She still heard gulls with throatful ease
Sing of the ocean, and the tune
Around her thoughts kept lingering.
I met her then, when stormy waves
Were breaking on her weary mind
And I was unafraid and brave
And as a child foolishly
Believed that if we left behind
The little pondth
Sonnet XXIV: MayI woke--and found that April'd changed to MaySonnet XXIV: May in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While I had slept. Oh can it be the first
Of that beloved month?--beloved of Earth
Who crowns her head in flowered trees to say:
"This is my favorite child, worship her
With all your revelry, sweet blooms are ripe
For you to love, remembering the pipes
Of pastorals long-past--remember mirth."
O May of hawthorn trees, O May of blooms
Upon their branches, low like settled clouds;
O first-born day of art and labour brought
Together to remember what we ought
To never have forgot--O May, consume
The earth with joy forevermore unbowed.
MelismaOh chant your high descant and callMelisma in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The thund'rous roll of heaven down--
The windows round and gasping light
Will tremble in their mortar holds--
Embolden all their quaking panes;
Fix fast to bricks their concrete frames;
The dome above support with prayers--
Each fresco and each stone enscrolled
Your harmonies should wend about:
Organ, your pipes piping must be
The bellows wailing breath in them;
Your iron soul half-stopped, release!
The world's song play for me.
And stones hewn free from sandstone cliffs
Must echo with their grainy voice,
Their red must bleed the blood they shed
As rosy dust upon the pews
Into the strain roving around--
Their sound is fair and should augment
The strident and the stately hymn--
Become the air! Your dust will clear
But still immortal you shall be
Within the song I hear.
But you, dear voices of the woods
Are lost with every tree new-felled
And quiet as the music stops.
Old flutes can play your tunes for you
They do so when the choir leaves
Lake and ForestI am not a daughter of the riverLake and Forest in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor am I a child of the ocean
I have learned to love the forests better
Feel the green, and watch the branches quiver
Under squirrels, and all their frantic motion.
I have learned to love the lake's devotion
See the vastness of the stars still shiver
From the ripples, wild and unfettered;
I have caught the stars within my fingers
Dreaming them as liquid as the mirror
Of their brightness, caught upon the waters;
I have learned that nothing ever lingers.
Lake, your shoreline overgrows with lilies
Draped across your surface, light and tilting
Towards the sands that they have long abandoned
For the lullabies of waves. What will be
When the rocking drops have stopped the lilting
Of that half-remembered song, and wilting
Sink within the stillnesswaiting 'till he,
Who has been forgotten and long-stranded
In the sea, upon a lonely isle
Sails his wooden boat to fresher waters
What will happen to those faithful flowers?
Will their love at
Sonnet XVI: Forget ThemForget the flowers flushing 'gainst the groundSonnet XVI: Forget Them in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forget the bird-song spilling from the trees
Don't gaze enraptured at the world around--
Your softened eyes, wind-swept by summer's breeze
And hair caught in the sunlight that surrounds
Your face, fresh from the flush of shadowed leaves
Only remind me of what you have found
Within this world, ignoring all my pleas
To be with me instead--to look at me.
Remember me, whom you should love the most
And I am not a bloom and not a tree
Do not compare us with such flighty boasts
But put your paper down, your pen away
And come inside--please come inside, and stay.
A Forest at MorningI dreamed of trees. Bright boughs and bloomsA Forest at Morning in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through gloom and morning spilled
While I brushed back their silver leaves
That sunlit skies had filled
With gilded wash--the vermeil sight
Above the dusky bark
Seemed starry trains above the moon
And night's enclosing dark
And I stepped under such a sky:
New-formed, bejeweled, and bright
And wished I could forever dwell
Within its dim half-light.
There nothing stirred; no beast or bird
Dwelt in the forest there
Though I heard silent rivers trill
Still wand'ring swift and fair
Through banks embraced by cattail roots;
Through drooping willow leaves
That rustled in the water's rush
Bereft of any breeze.
Oh, I stepped under such a sky
Composed of darkling boughs
Flushed with the swell of morning leaves
All silver-gold endowed
'Till awe forestalled my reaching foot
And stilled the step, half-made--
And oh! to breathe seemed mortal sin
As if each sound betrayed
Whatever heaven I had found.
But when I breathed at last
And put my foot upon the grou
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I becameEurydice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Myself again--I heard it in the song:
A mordent on a note he held too long;
A stutter in his voice. I heard my name
In these and felt a happiness the same
As when I saw him first. Oh, I had longed
To hear him sing again, but this last song--
It was so beautiful. And it remains
The best of human works, though none shall hear
Its sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tune
Through vast arpeggios and Death's expanse
Except the dead. It will not disappear
'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--
Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
I Don't Even Know Where To BeginI don't even know where to beginI Don't Even Know Where To Begin in Free Verse More Like This
Shall I start with your hobbies
Or where you've been?
What's your middle name
And what's your favorite sin?
The list goes on forever
And I don't even know where to begin.
Do you like long walks in the park
And day dreaming in the dark?
Do you pass love notes in class
Or do you carve them in tree bark?
There's so much I want to know
And I don't even know where to begin.
So let's start with what I know...
I know you rock, and I know you roll
I know you're shy, not afraid to cry
And I know your heart
Is as pure as your soul.
You're as infinite as the sun
And I've only just begun
Step 1- Give her love that weighs a ton
Step 2- Just follow Step 1
Do you believe that
Love at first sight
Can be as quick as a hit-n-run?
Step 1 is just the beginning
Because I've only just begun.
So i've found out where to begin
It begins with you and a cute little grin
Sitting next to me under a starlit night
Because every loss streak ends with a win
So if you ask me
Love Speaks For The UnspokenHello pretty girlLove Speaks For The Unspoken in Free Verse More Like This
Will you be my friend?
We've had our beginning
But will you follow me to the end?
And even in the end
Will you continue loving me?
Because an end without you
Is a short eternity
I give a grin
You smile back
From your heart that fills
All the things that I lack
To comply with your needs
Is a need to comply
So when gravity fails
Let our love take to the sky
And so that day comes
When I do not see you
When I sit around all day
Writing "I love you's"
But those days I cannot choose
Whether I win, tie or lose
So I just hope and dream
You're writing "I love you too's"
I know.. I get tongue tied, I get quiet
My thoughts always slip away
But do not think it means
That I have nothing to say
You've tightened up my screws
You've made my lonely heart unbroken
So when I say that I love you
It speaks for every word unspoken
Exposed Flaws and Personal HellsTeeth clenching and eyes burningExposed Flaws and Personal Hells in Free Verse More Like This
My body frozen and stomach churning
I pull at my hair, I confess to a wall
Shove these pills down my throat to erase it all
Doesn't work (it never does) Only breaks down the thought
Of the world severing my limbs and leaving me to rot
But I suppose, instead, I can go back to my corner
And make you all see what's beneath all this torn fur
Am I such an utter failure
That I have to constantly be rebound
By the mistakes that I have made
That I wish could be rewound
Well go ahead and expose my flaws
Turn this boiling blood to tar
Because you call me narrow-minded
But oh my, how wrong you are
I've never heard of being remembered
for thinking like everyone else
So stop telling me who to be like
We all have out little personal hells
Yet again, another mistake has been made
Once again, it's been shoved in my face
Still again, you crave to be obeyed
And again, with these false accusations in place
I've spit out these words you've placed in my mouth
And have repla
I Know Of A GirlI know of she, like she is the seaI Know Of A Girl in Free Verse More Like This
The sea may seem dangerous,
But is beautiful and free
I've spoken to the sea
And she spoke back to me
And said "A future without he
Is a future without me"
He gave up on the sea
And the sea gave up on she
Now nothing left of he
But a life of secrecy
She gave security
Now insecure is the sea
And you will be
A dream that's worth dreaming
You think yourself unloved
I say you're a specialty
A diamond in the rough
The sweetest piece of candy
You are the sea
The key for life to be
And if without the sea
How dry the world would be"
She cried "No that's not me
I'm a space where nothing should be
If given oppurtunity
Not sway like the sea"
Oh how wrong she can be
To think nothing of the sea
I grabbed her hand
And I made her feel the sand
That ran through her fingers rapidly
"Life goes by fast
So live it til the last
Grain of sand falls back into the sea
I can't stress enough
How much love can be tough
But love's an eternity
Be My Future For a WhileBabe,Be My Future For a While in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I've been wanting to say for a while,
just the thought of it makes me smile.
I sit alone and day-dream, dreaming the rest of my life with you
So I dream, and I dream for a while.
In this dream, this dream I dream all day,
life's okay, we kiss and smile.
We share one bed, we share one house,
we share the life of our sweet child.
I know, my thoughts run wild but,
my heart is the one to blame
when I say crazy things like
"We can even share my last name."
You don't have to feel the same if it doesn't make you smile,
but just know this is how i feel all the time,
all the time every once in a while.
I love you Brenda
Oh May This Cloud Never RipWhat is this? No lonely, no need for mind?Oh May This Cloud Never Rip in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where am I? A dream, a heart-bound bind?
It's both breathless and breathful, wild and kind.
Stress forgotten, no need for remind.
Truly unreal, for i feel the sting
of this mild pinch and i hear a sing.
Is it the crows abroad with aching wing?
They scream harsh words, with screeching ring.
"A dream! A dream! Ignorant sense.
All fiction and blank, these ladies and gents'.
You dream! You dream! of false resents.
Your so miniscule, weak, for a mind so immense."
A pop, a crash, a crumble, and rip.
A hope now lost, I begin my trip
back down to Earth where my body let slip,
so given to me a teased kiss on the lip.
Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father TimeShooting Stars Aim For The Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World
My Heart Remains YoursTwo strangers searching for someone, something.My Heart Remains Yours in Free Verse More Like This
Lost, confused, afraid, abused.
Seeking a moment's peace,
Even death would be a blessing.
One day they find each other.
Life has new meaning.
Every day is now filled with her song.
The song of Compassion is music to his ears.
His heart is forever changed.
He runs to catch a glimpse of her
Each and every day.
She waits for him and her heart leaps
As he enters the room.
Their hearts become entwined,
Entangled, to the point
They can never be pulled apart.
Never before have they met in person,
A virtual room is all they have ever known.
Their bond is special, formed sight unseen.
Powerful words pull them closer together.
One day he leaps up to meet her.
She leaps up to meet him.
They gaze upon one another for the first time.
In that moment, the world stops turning.
She is so beautiful.
He is everything she imagined.
Their hears are one.
No turning back now.
To this day his heart remains hers.
Her heart remains his.
All because they
When God CriedI have a problem with myself, I really know not why,When God Cried in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But when I get depressed in life I find it's hard to cry.
Society has told me it's not the manly thing to do,
And when I have a hurt inside I tend to think that's true.
I feel if I cried out loud, some would never understand.
They'd mock at me and laugh at me and say I'm not a man.
They'd say I'm not in control and that I'm insecure,
And then they'd just walk away and leave me with no cure.
Then, I wonder what would happen if I never cried,
The problems would keep building up and tear me down inside.
I wonder and I ask my Lord if it's alright to cry.
He tells me, "I cried too, when I gave my Son to die."
He tells me to rely on Him and He'll help me make it through,
And then in His kindest, sweetest words He tells me, "I Love You."
Lost LoveI thought I was the only one who cried,Lost Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The only one to be alone and blue.
I thought of you, my heart broke and I sighed,
And all I ever thought about was you.
But you were away for so very long,
Even though my heart was mended, I knew;
That never again would I hear your song,
Or the words that you would say that were true:
"Surely you always meant so much to me."
But still I knew that happiness was near,
And I knew that my spirit would be free.
And I would never again hate or fear,
Falling in love with a girl pretty as you
Or a girl's love that ever was so true.
It Is FinishedWords can not express justIt Is Finished in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How I feel inside
Of how a man so rich and free
Could give up all and die for me
In the darkest hour
He did not falter
He boldly hung upon a tree
He saved the world - both you and me
How can I say thanks
For ultimate love displayed
A man who bowed to no decree
A man who died so humbly
When all had been done
He gave His life willingly
So all that believe might be free
A person, both God and man
Performed the ultimate act of friendship
He gave His very life
Out of love for all mankind
Proclaimed "It is finished"
Bowed His head and breathed His last
In Loving MemoryWithin the aphotic recesses of my heartIn Loving Memory in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Exists a place left torn apart
A hole my friend did occupy
My dearest friend too young to die
His memories float through my mind
But, memories are all I find
He is gone and I bereft
An empty space is all that's left
He is better off today
His pain and suffering gone away
Cancer can exact its toll
But, cancer can not take a soul
I wonder what he'd have to say
To hear me carry on this way
Yet, he is gone and I remain
With wounded heart and much disdain.
Trapped?I wonder if its clear to seeTrapped? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I am trapped in masonry.
These powerful wings did once fly free
Before these walls did capture me.
There are forces here not understood
As evil tries to conquer good.
This wall of stone that holds me still
Has taxed my strength, but not my will.
Even in the hands of death
I strive to take just one more breath.
In that breath new strength it brings
To badly bruised and battered wings.
I know now what I must do
This prison wall I WILL break through.
Once again these wings will fly
Unfettered through the open sky.
Pursuit of HappinessPerhaps this boat contains a note.Pursuit of Happiness in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A note that just might stay afloat.
If the note arrives some place.
It might just be his saving grace.
Perhaps a lady will find the note.
Inscribed within this paper boat.
She might be searching herself, you see.
To find her soul mate, just like he.
Perchance the boat should sink before,
It ever arrives upon her shore.
Their hopes of finding happiness
Might end in tragedy nonetheless.
Rather think of the love they'd know
Simply by which way the winds did blow.
Far fetched as it might seem to you
This paper boat could unite the two.
As lonely as this man was
His life changed forever just because,
He took the time to write a note
Contained within a paper boat.
The End of the RoadI journeyed down the long, winding road.The End of the Road in Free Verse More Like This
My muscles ached, my old bones weary from the journey.
I looked up and there she stood before me.
I caught death's gaze and beheld her beauty.
She had come to rescue me, at last.
No more pain and sorrow.
I felt such peace as she cradled me in her bosom.
Safe from danger in her arms.
Finally she had found me as I drew my last breath.
Ushering me into my eternal rest.
I Think a Gnome Lives in My FridgeBeyond the fridge door is a magical roomI Think a Gnome Lives in My Fridge in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With the door closed - cold, dark, gloom
When one opens the door on turns a light
To brighten up the darkest night.
The light makes visible food and drink
Some of it is still good, "I think?"
"How does the light come on?", you say
I think I might have discovered one day.
I think there was a little gnome
Which ran a little too slow back to his home
I seen him trip on the butter dish
And duck behind three day old fish.
When I looked again he was not there
He could not just have disappeared
Did he hide behind the chicken legs?
Or climb into the carton of eggs?
Where does he go when you open the door?
He turns on the light and is seen no more
Does he jump into a bowl of peas?
Or hide behind some moldy cheese?
You must think I am quite mad
But, I have seen the tiny lad
Unless I was not quite awake
And dreamed him up for goodness sake.
One day I'll find this tiny gnome
And you'll think twice about this poem
But, one more thing before I go
Why are ther
Three Little Pigs vs. GodzillaOnce upon a time there were three little pigs venturing out on their own. The first little pig decided that he needed a shelter to live in, so he built a little hut out of straw. Some time later, Godzilla ventured into that part of the village and came across the straw hut. He asked the little pig to come out and the little pig said, "Not a chance, buddy". So, Godzilla huffed and puffed and blew fire and burned the straw hut to the ground and enjoyed roast pork for breakfast.Three Little Pigs vs. Godzilla in Short Stories More Like This
The second little pig decided that he needed a place to live, so he built a log cabin. Some time later, Godzilla ventured into that part of the village and came across the log cabin. He asked the little pig to come out and the little pig said, "Not a chance, buddy". So, Godzilla huffed and puffed and blew fire and burned the log cabin to the ground and enjoyed smoked ham for lunch.
While Godzilla was busy devouring the first two little pigs, the third little pig decided to build a brick house. Some time later, God
Play. Pause. Play. Rewind.Fast forward to the part where our lips make history. Slow down baby, "eat all your vegetables and maybe you'll get dessert", we've got the rest of our lives to play this little scene. Yes I meant this part where it's R18, but who the fuck cares 'cuase, baby, it's just you and me.Play. Pause. Play. Rewind. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Play. Pause. Play.
Swaying to this beautiful soundtrack to a backdrop of black and white. Giants made of concrete and glass panes with trains in between; backtracking like a broken record skipping grooves. Cut. Cut. CUT! What a horrible take. You color the canvas while I sett the paint. This is...
Like the smell of sex it both feeds and keeps the ache at bay. Baby you're too far away, but Christ the lord, the way to touch me... Touch you... Touch me... That little slide between valleys on streams of perspiration. The soft snow-like smoothness of your skin upon my deft fingers. The feeling lingers.
Play. Skip. Play. Skip.
Fast forward to the part where those lips part... Rewind. Your lips. Deft fing
Kung Gago Ba Naman Ang MundoMay galit ba talaga sa atin ang mundo? O sadya lang na pinaglalaruan niya tayo? Kasi bawat araw na magkasama tayo'y umuulan ng todo. Nakakaloko lang naman ng kaunti. Di na rin kasi ako sanay na mabasa sa ulan. Pero ayos na rin to, malamig at mahangin kahit medyo nababasa.Kung Gago Ba Naman Ang Mundo in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mainit-init pa naman ang mga katawan natin. Dinig mo kanina'y "Halika rito't tayo'y magdikit." At lumapit ka naman ng husto. Aba'y kalungan ba naman ako? Hay nako, ang nakainom nga naman oo. Pero bahala. Basta't nakangiti tayong dalawa, ako'y masaya. Pero ano ito? Ngayon lang ata to nangyari na nagkakatitigan tayo nang ganito.
Tuwa ka naman. Kinikilig ka ba niyan? Tingin mo aabot to sa halikan? Malamang sa malamang. Ang bilis nga ng pangyayari. Nung kanina'y naglalakad-lakad lang sa ula'y nandito na't magkapatong sa madilim na sulok. Medyo huli na rin ang sabi, dahil ramdam na ramdam ko ang malalambot mong labing naghahanap ng kakampi. At eto pa ang mapangasiwa nating mga... di lang alam ng iba, aba anong saya!
This Fragile CorridorThe lights sort of tell me your somewhere in there, waiting for the right time, the right moment, but there's always that reluctance that hinders your movement. In this hallway there is only forward and back or nowhere at all and you I've seen in the past and hope to meet in future. My dreams, though bleak and jaded, are of you, of me, waiting for the right time, the right moment, just sitting here afraid of the future, nursing the past, enjoying the present without you. With you in this fragile corridor. Such is the way I kite around your fickle dreams like smoke through open seams that you could only notice my entirety if you caught on to each and every one of me. But what you think you could be wrong even if it looks like we're sure. I see you; you see me, but there is such a hush in between that it's difficult to hear... us. And like a dream there's nothing much you can grasp for I am shadow dancing behind your curtained glass disappearing just as fast as the blink of your eye or tThis Fragile Corridor in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rather Hot for A Rainy NoonI was told never to look into your eyes because you are such a vice, but as you are now; hills quivering and plains quaking; all you are is helpless. As with cartography and topography, mapping out every piece of land, so too my hands upon your skin. Every contour, every curve, every inch of your geography like a greedy thief hunting for treasure, yet I a sweet stream that cuts through your forest. And it springs from a cave enough for me to explore where I get lost in the feeling of...Rather Hot for A Rainy Noon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
...get lost in the feeling of... I got lost in my feeling of you.
Then the gods smote the land with their fury, breaking its surface from which a great flood of undying fire consumes. And I was told never to look into your eyes because you are such a vice, and as you are now; shallow breathing and sleeping; all you are is priceless.
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.Three Days Worth of Full Moon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye and it's kinda funny how you aren't aware of how rare a sight it is. And I tell you, you might not even notice, that tomorrow she'll still be there, but right now, I'm fixated on you.
KiOne day I met a girlKi in Free Verse More Like This
who is a star;
when I saw her smiling picture,
I was looking at a sweet as honey
For all the people,
emotions, and circumstances
that weigh you down,
that if you stay true to yourself;
if you do what you know in your heart
to be right;
if you open your arm wide enough
to let hope in
you will see change.
Looking at beautiful you,
I see allot of things I couldn't
do at that age.
I believe that one day you'll
get the life you so rightly deserve.
Like winter snow you're angelic
and from above.
Not Sure What To Name ItPages turning;Not Sure What To Name It in Free Verse More Like This
words are written;
I open the pen's cap.
Can this be loved,
or does it pass by uncaring eyes,
leaving others untouched?
Yesterdays grabs at my today,
and attempts to blind my tomorrow,
but there is one yesterday
that barely ever appears―
a painful yesterday I need to learn and grow from―
that was the beginning of my journey.
Sadly, there are now pillows all over it,
so now while I can remember it,
I can't feel it,
and I don't know if the angels
would show it to me again.
I'd like that yesterday,
that gave me great pain―and meaning
Piano plays a beautiful song
while I search everywhere trying to find the words
Walking down a path alone,
where I gave my most serenity filled smile ever,
and the pure of nature must have smiled back at me.
I see an open field in my backyard;
in my mind and to my brother,
I call it the Garden of Eden.
It's just so weird how I was in love with
everyday I got to spend outside;
Even with the oh so many
LightEvery time I see thatLight in Free Verse More Like This
incredible strength and
devotion to the ones you love,
I feel warm.
Every time your world has
I see something in you
that I can only dream
of having myself.
Life will never slow down;
clouds will rain,
sometimes cause floods;
there's a chance that everything we see
and touch will come crashing down,
and try to take us with it.
But you've held yourself up
the best way you could,
and with every person you have in your life,
you're not alone.
I see warm fuzzies in your smile
and life in your eyes.
Your friendship is as a fresh breeze.
And you've shown me the beauty
of a shoulder to lean on.
Who knew the click of a button
was going to lead to such a friend.
you are a warm, strong blessing.
No Matter What Keep OnIt comes; I hate it; I want it gone.No Matter What Keep On in Free Verse More Like This
It lies to me; I like it; I realize it's lying;
my world crashes down; I want it gone.
That sequence keeps repeating,
all the while I'm waiting
for this universe to throw a miracle
Why cry for things in the back of me?
Why go moping on about things
hoping for sympathy?
Why dive into infantile thinking
that has been the fall of so much
Yes, the fact is I put myself here,
and it hurts to see where I could be,
and where I have to go.
Is sadness and regret the same thing?
There's no point in having this pain,
but I can't exactly push a button
and have it exit from inside.
And knowing the cause of my hurt,
can't make it poetic how I feel.
I'm in a crib right now
and tears are close to coming out.
Just do better,
because tomorrow exists.
I have to keep on
no matter how easy,
and less stressful it looks
to give in.
I say to myself in times of hardship
that I won't stop;
even if I fail every time, don't quit.
I'll say it even when
Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;Honesty Blows Her Hair in Free Verse More Like This
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eyes?
She'd gladly let you in.
For her, the sky rains love;
the oceans of stars ignite,
and hate collapses.
At the start of your pain;
when you even think about abandoning
hope, you'll see her shining in the sun,
while honesty blows her hair.
Blank CanvasShe looks so prettyBlank Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
A Piano Song Love gracefully grows in the meadows of our hearts,A Piano Song in Free Verse More Like This
showing us our gold is in reach.
So dance in the heavens of never giving in.
In the dawning sky, I see something more,
like a door to open,
but what lies inside?
Hopefully not anything that leads to a
but something that will take me,
while I never look back,
to a place where I can open my eyes
and take a breath
knowing that finally that part of me I've been fighting is gone―
not temporarily―forever more.
And all my days I live as peaceful and pure
and my heart a freshly watered garden.
I'll never take a step backwards again,
except for when it's time to go,
but there's something so beautiful
that I can't take my eyes off of it.
There are new flowers to behold,
inside of you;
their spring is your smile
Sadness blinds you,
of not only sunshine, but also of the truth.
We've all had it, or have it, or will have it,
but don't stop there.
We kill ourselves everyday
with problems we look at
Come BackBefore my chipped wings disintegrate, they do sob.Come Back in Free Verse More Like This
The path that I thought led to a light
has brought me back to this barren desert.
My dreams of learning, growing and staying strong
are fading away.
Everything I'm made of screams;
I say I don't hear it, but I know I do
because of that place inside that always speaks the truth;
where not even a lie you've forced yourself to believe
a million times can hide.
The black, empty, cold night;
I could write thousands of fascinating words about it,
and somehow it describes me in a way I'm not entirely sure how,
but I stare at it; somehow I see my fate: dark but still beautiful
in a deep and, again, fascinating way.
Though I barely believe it, I am deeper and more complex than I think;
I just need that strength, which is not yet something I'm rich in.
The light of hope and possibility shines only on the strong
Closed eyes, while thinking,
trying to find something that is....true I guess,
but it doesn't come.
I now reach out to grab one of the m
Of All The DaysListening to the words "Where [pause] where does it come from?"Of All The Days in Free Verse More Like This
It crashes on me like an ocean blue, heavy breeze.
There was a reason I drank this coffee,
and didn't go to bed, and let this day end unfulfilled
only to promise on the new day that I'll do better.
In this writing, deception comes to me saying I've done enough,
but I haven't! I probably never have!
There is a voice that needs to scream out,
and hands that need to be balled into fists,
though I don't know what they're supposed to punch.
Ah, my hand hurts from this writing,
just like I always wanted;
after all, I've said too many times to write until it hurts,
but how many times have I really meant that?
I need to act, lest I learn the hard way
that you've only got one life;
everyday I must be one step closer to my own promise land.
It's like everyday I get a glimpse―a small glimpse―
of what waits for me, and now I realize
that it waits for me, not vise versa;
the light at the end doesn't come to you; you walk
Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,Waterfall Hope in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.
I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.
When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that honest spark
giving me a helping hand,
touching so tenderly without trying,
and showing me that hand choking the life out me,
it all is vividly clear,
and I put my hand down,
and start anew.
It's not on magazines;
it doesn't wear make-up,
but it's perfection,
and a gift to almost all the senses.
A waterfall proves there's beauty even when you fall.
O DevineO Devine,O Devine in Philosophical More Like This
Speak to me not in ancient tongues,
Nor complicated parables or concepts,
Please help me to understand by clear messages,
For I am but a simple man not even a woman,
Direct me in obvious ways, along clear paths,
For I can get lost finding my way to the bathroom.
Sepia Shows AllColour fascinates, it charms and bedazzles, be it vibrant, subtle, in-your-face or calm,Sepia Shows All in Philosophical More Like This
And colour often hides a lack of essence, confusing substance with emptiness; no balm.
That's not to say that colour deceives, but that we often only value the "painted" surface,
Of a flower or an object by the wrapping presented, we see no need for the true purpose.
But suddenly all changes when we dare to filter out, those exciting shades, exotic tones,
For the structure now laid bare is fully naked showing to us what nature has truly honed.
Now the truth be known, the subtleties of form, shape and texture are now so very clear,
For the heart can truly now see the life within is blessed, pure, not wrapped with fear.
I hope you see my angle, side, my point of view, colour dresses forms, ready for the ball,
See the truth, real beauty lies with the inner self, that essential core; for sepia shows us all.
Dry your tearsDry your tears my beautiful friend, for although you have loved and lost;Dry your tears in Emotional More Like This
You have found a life's treasure beyond compare a friend.
Why are you so sad that the end came thus the cycle had completed and soon would be dust.
You tried to love differently this time and it worked long enough to show you the truth;
Unconditional love is to be just that a open heart and no restraints untainted.
So, dry your tears my beautiful friend she will always live in your heart, until it too is dust.
BirdsBirds, should be forever free to fly and die,Birds in Free Verse More Like This
They know their way, we need not "why?".
They sail the free winds in flocks or in pairs,
No landing charges, taxes, passports or cares
No luggage to carry, no baggage on board,
No money for fags only food they need hoard.
Free spirits, you bet, although often life mates,
No lawyers to chase them, so low divorce rates.
But man cannot leave beauty to live as it please,
Trappers with nets fill pet shops with such ease.
No longer free flying this time in a create,
Many die on the journey through loss of a mate.
And what does this bring us, to delight our sad days,
A spirit in shackles, no more those free ways.
Caged bodies in torment with chains and wings clipped
Tatty feathers, dull eyes, soft claws and beaks chipped.
So, next time you think that a bird in a cage,
Is something to die for it is all the rage.
Think how you will feel when you get to the age,
When you will be old and fed by a tube but not in
All I Need To KnowWhat do I really need to know; what is essential to my life?All I Need To Know in Philosophical More Like This
How to write my name and sign things like forms and cheques?
How to add up numbers; for "adding up life" is very different,
How to follow societies rules and limitations that bind and blind us?
How to pass exams, get a job, follow the process slowly to death?
It turns out then that we are very limited in what we "know", do we care?
How about those big issues that sneak into our minds in the darkness?
Do I really know me, what I want and what a really do need - ever?
Do I really know what's "best for me", and if not what's best for me,
How could I ever be conceited enough to know what's best for another?
Do I really truly know anyone else at all when I don't fully know even me?
The reality is now so very clear to me; "truly I don't know too much at all"
But, I can share a secret I have uncovered; I do know what fills me with joy!
And maybe, just maybe, to know joy in my life really is "all that I need to k
Tears of JoyThe bright sunshine brings tears to my eyes, and reminds me that beauty has a cost.Tears of Joy in Short Stories More Like This
And, as I wipe away the tears, there before me stands a vision, a woman so rare.
I know her so well, she knows me too. We have walked and danced through the ages.
Like mine, her heart aches for lost opportunities and broken dreams. Have faith.
In many ways the innocence of this lady is tempered with denial, not wishing to know.
In her soul she knows all, but it is frightening to have this knowledge thrust upon her.
And she knows that I can read her heart, she knows that I see her naked, hurt and pure.
She defends herself needlessly, hiding the light that needs to be shared to give of life.
And my heart is overwhelmed by the far too powerful force of her fear and her confusion.
Trust in your intimate goodness, please do not hide from love, you have not failed yourself.
You know that you have a golden opportunity to move beyond the darkness of the past.
Your sadness needs to end, so please be brave dear l
Is it all about love?Shouldn't 'love' be the most beautiful friendship you have ever experienced?Is it all about love? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, why are we often not 'friends' with those we say we love the most?
Is love so blind that we fall in love with the people we would not want as a friend?
They say "you hurt the ones you love the most", but why? That's not friendship!
Friendship is a partnership, it is about sharing not necessarily in equal measure.
Friendship is about supporting another in their life's journey, no matter how hard.
There should be no rules in a friendship; "Give as you would wish to receive."
The gift of caring is the greatest gift you can give to another. So why don't we?
It is also the greatest gift that you can receive. Life without caring and sharing is nothing.
So what is this thing called 'love', an animal instinct, a desire, an appetite to possess?
Is love the desire for an intimate relationship, a friendship or a need to "hold" for yourself?
Without a friendship a love is doomed, just as a tree with
Willing AccomplicesWilling accomplices, that's what we have been, accomplices to a seduction of our hearts.Willing Accomplices in Short Stories More Like This
Our early days together were dancing with words and concepts, ideas of what we wished to be.
Careful to only show the beauty of our thoughts, only hinting at any deeper needs and desires.
We told of our hopes for the future, with no words to suggest it could be together, too soon!
But the attraction was there, like a barbed hook slipped into the tender flesh of the heart.
No awareness of the hook, until the line is pulled, the words and thoughts had anesthetised.
The pleasure of a stimulating mind tantalisingly wrapped in a lithe form that suggested much.
Communications were so easy, translations not essential for clarity, trouble was still far away.
Misunderstood words or meanings brought smiles and nods, not pain and tears, not yet anyway.
Admiration and respect for each other slowly turning to trust and loving actions that delighted.
Friends sharing at many levels, and wrapping each other in the
The DancerThe DancerThe Dancer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a time of pain and endless strife,
When words and acts cut like a knife,
Its hard to know which path to take,
Which one is safe, which choice to make.
But know you well, this life is yours,
Of tears and joys, fond kisses, sharp claws,
But life is there for those who chance,
And through the pain they choose to dance.
Angel's WingsAutumn is here and the leaves have turned brownAngel's Wings in Free Verse More Like This
Chill winds from the east scatter them, around
The nights now draw in and darkness is here soon
And often the clouds build, even masking the moon
But fear not for Spirit will most surely peace bring
With the gentle soothing beat of a loving Angel's wing
As the days they grow colder and snow lays aground
The poor search for shelter, and a warmth to be found
What can lift you from the depths of darkest despair
Help you feel the spirit surge, through the frigid night air
Light a fire in your heart, make your blood flow and sing
Of the hope that arrives on the beat of an Angel's wing
As the world turns another season and spring does arrive
And the new growth is showing that our love can survive
Can you marvel the Devine with complexities of plans
That help us to grow strong, empowered by its hands
That true love has not conditions, nor failures nor sins
For we are ever carried on the beating of Angel's wings