Pretty As A PicturePretty As A PicturePretty As A Picture in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born as a spirit, shining elation
Clothed in a body, taught to feel shame
Shaped by prejudice and expectations
All in the name of civilisation
A nature savage needs to be tamed!
My surface polished by reservations
A pretty picture hung in golden frame
Fighting the dust; constant clarification
Nurtures misgivings, anticipation
Fear that in time nothing remains the same
Each crack and scratch brings me deliberation
Revives the longing my face to disclaim
My silence echoes with reverberation
Warns me from merciless retaliation
Of world that when beauty's gone forgets names
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
RehabRehabRehab in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ubiquitous sense of failure
Drills holes into what was soul
Content, tranquil waterfall
That swallowed both ships and sailors
Moments of true pain brought panic
An acute need to restore
What once was, will be no more
Blurs the simplest truth's reflex
Leaving blistered faith perplexed
For false prophet's recognition
Arrows wasted on star chasing
Just bare hands for self-defense
Sinner's zeal's the most immense
Eye-corners with wrinkles gracing
Blisters And BlissBlisters And BlissBlisters And Bliss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though city lights show pavement gleaming
In hidden corners tears are streaming
A broken heart to purify
Heretic thoughts tempt righteous falling
While sin viciously keeps on strolling
Some twisted truth to testify
Each day new hand the old replaces
And soon the crowd counts thousand faces
All of them turned the other way
Who is to blame for rage tormenting
That seems to never be relenting,
Dreams those don't make it through the day?
Though world's dark shadows keep deceiving
To save yourself don't stop believing
In word that carved in gold stays plain
And like an angel's wing defending
Brings bliss, hope and peace neverending
Love makes sun shine despite the rain
Daughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient Gods in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a wishing well
Hiding dream's murkiest depths
Born of winter's pure breath
On drifter's wrinkled face
A mayfly's memory
Of warm June afternoons
Those will not ever come
Or vanished much too soon
I am a pearl in mud
A diamond in the dirt
The storm-clock ticking fast
A song you've never heard
High-priestess from the past
Caring for gods' delight
Vow quietly pronounced
In temple of the night
I am a raven's claw
Spirit you'll hardly tame
A Vestal warrior
Healing wounds with a flame
Silent dove's crying eye
Hurts me more than a sword
Stars, mist and foliage
Build my eternal fort
Colours Of The WindColours Of The WindColours Of The Wind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through the empty streets
Neat, combed hair
Left wild, bare;
A lone paper fleets
Through the vines
And upon ripe rye
Lips in rush
Floating to the sky
To sailormen brave
And souls do enslave
Of eagles sublime
Strong and bold
Shake their hands with time
Us from grief
And pain of the past
And warm palms
Are what's meant to last
Just like prayers
In a darkened room
And sweetens perfume
A Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's Odyssey in Free Verse More Like This
My suitcase got lost
During the last astral travel
Still beauty is the baggage
We all need to bear
My heart keeps longing
For dancing among stars
But I've never flown
A paper aeroplane before
You offer me fuel
Although there's no map
Except for the cryptic signs
Hidden underneath your clothes
Is there anywhere else
To find comforting arms?
Is there a world
Beyond this room's door?
Maybe you're some kind of
From the paths been walked
By my aching feet
Fields full of four-leaf clovers
You take over
Emerald HarbourEmerald HarbourEmerald Harbour in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wish to get lost in you
But can I afford that?
And outside it's raining
Maybe I could get a loan
And let the rain pay
Or I'll just stay broke as a joke
On moments like this it feels
That city lights know me
Better than fellow humans do
When you're not here
It's only them
Who will kiss me good night
My stormy eyes glow cunningly
Like emerald temptation
The night is my harbour and ships go off shore
In each and every blushing rose
There lies a promise dormant
So know that I'm blooming for you, just in all secrecy
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
Wait...Angels dream outside my windowWait... in Free Verse More Like This
escaping from my pillow
glinting leaves of a lonely willow
into the silk of night
hiding - catching, haunting all light
Will they become stars too?
I do not know, though... I wish it so
Will they have dark wings (like you?)
and deep inner meanings (like you?)
I hope, so... too
Lay, on my shoulder, softly as a feather
falling gently in the hazy weather
Stay, as my memory is growing older
against my lukewarm skin
Don't let the lark fool you
with her warning, singing
It's dark, oh... it's dark, still
Don't get up... wait until
dawning wakes into another morning
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The MessengersThey have sent their messengers - immaculate crowsThe Messengers in Free Verse More Like This
arriving from the deep cauldron of the Night
to test me, with this dark matter made of black stars
that consumes everything, every single piece
of what I used to call my own existence
I am drained, almost empty, soon... nothing to be
my wrecks drifting, sink into the void
on the shores of the constellation named dissolution
with its desperation satellites always returning
into these elliptic curves eclipsing
where my rings are - already a lapse in time
leaping for the Great Quest
The raven gods that are coming,
relentlessly… blackening my waters
called dearly once by tears of rain,
now merely floating, escaping from pain
thrown to the cliffs like poisoned wine
I see far beyond the background of things,
Aurora is mourning this bloody new sky
dooming the horizons for eternity
renaming tomorrow land
a chunk of time passing too fast for me,
I know the morning will never be
forgetting another slice of me
Why the messengers look so fa
Open RoadClosets full of bare ghosts, lost and lonelyOpen Road in Free Verse More Like This
my loss they are mourning
through the hall and bedroom
clothes float, softly tilting over my head, sauntering
stressfully, painfully... finally
they come to rest, finding
a refuge on my skin, tenderly blinking
laying within my eyelashes sleeping
my hair my face, caressing
There aren't no more footsteps
where your shoes remain in vain
only layers of emptiness and dust here stay
lingering in pain
glowing, silvery... yet grey
shadows hidden away... Is it me or they?!
through the mirrors dancing
the walls, the all house twisting
wrapping my soul in it, swirling
An open road is left on the wood amber floor
holding the shape of a heart door
warm skeleton bones and cold marble stones
fire and ice melts the sweet honey in me
pacing every room stealing half the moon
from my grasp my sight
behind the curtains, I see however the night
weaving little stars on the horizon
my life... my cloak of light
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Visions and WordsWalk with me to the plain fields of Riverwoods,Visions and Words in Free Verse More Like This
- he said, sounding like tree leaves growing.
Talk some more with the soft voice of waterfalls,
- she asked, closing her eyes, shifting rooks with a touch of fingers.
Get my hand and discover the intersection of crossroads,
- he pleaded, searching within the clouds, dreaming new worlds.
Let your inspiration take its twist and swirl with the winds,
- she nodded, answering him, dancing in his arms.
I'll paint the stars for you and smile,
- he declared, swinging and turning perfect circles.
And I'll put the Moon there and cry,
- she whispered, singing old lyrics, writing the silky sky.
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Shadows...The shadow merges,Shadows... in Free Verse More Like This
hides among the chestnut trees,
between, the intertwined branches, leaves and flowers.
Looks at me, looks right through me...
Says nothing... whispers nothing... silently.
My eyelids go down, a slight flutter of lashes and wings
cryptic as a rune, I read within
the open clover, lost inside the haze of his dreams,
maze of a thousand waters, timeless, blood age,
web woven in the roots of Earth itself.
I follow his steps, without landing.
I let myself go, sweet are his kisses on my skin
and this old cloak, no longer serves me.
It blazes transmuted, transparent...
A chameleon of stars, I am like him, again.
The shadows merge,
they hide among the chestnut trees,
between intertwined branches, leaves and flowers.
They look, look through all things...
They say nothing... they whisper nothing... silently.
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The Star EaterSoon, the evening begins to slide the fallThe Star Eater in Free Verse More Like This
the last of the sunbeams is soon to crash
against an unavailable horizon filled with darkness
whiskers trembles, wakening suddenly
the old hunter's claws, redraws
its new hunger while the warrior roars
fluffy cushions, little paws
ears aware and tail seductive
there it goes eating the milky wave of stars
one by one until the void of night
caresses its fur... it roars softly, tenderly
it asks to walk the grasses
to do whatever cats do until the middle of the magic hour
its eyes blink mysteriously, graciously
once to her keeper then towards the hazel mist of woods
where the full moon still appealing, resists...
it dares to bite the silver tones of its shadow
round belly, returning home
it dreams with other cats and further tunes
now that the moon is just a new quarter
sleepy, happily sighing on its pillow
longing for the distant sound of the lonely willow
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Between GhostsThe scent of strawberry flower fields after dewBetween Ghosts in Free Verse More Like This
I hold it in my breath for a while...
Wild violets greet the light of dawning
making their perfect purpling smile just for me.
I feel secure and warm beneath the new sun
glowing between the leaves flirting with my skin.
The clock delays its timing...
You're not late, it's me that waits far too long
I'm happy with your mumbling and excuse
pretending I don't see the signs
let's spend the day thinking of nothing
romancing with the beads and acorns left in our quilt.
Things don't turn like they should.
You're too bitter for my radiance and I resent you.
A cloud covers the sun and leaves, I'm shivering.
- You should return, you can't stay here forever.
- You said "you" not "we".
- Let's stay a bit longer until twilight...
Amber lights of fireflies in the dusk of night,
still you won't take my hand against your beating heart
like long ago you would,
the look in your face is revealing and disturbing.
You knew it before as I do now...
It will nev
Voices...They are just voices in my head,Voices... in Free Verse More Like This
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
A grain of sand
once a rock hanging from the cliffs,
sunny and golden
now pale white, yellow, rusty brown
The rain on my hand
returns to the mirror
where once your face was
translucent crystal, clear diamond
This pain is more than a brand
new shadow on my skin
it's older than this shoreline, shells and rainbows
it grows... and grows
Salty tears, waves from the sea
where I enter, once again
holding the green door key
slowly drowning me
They are just voices in my head,
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
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ShadowsAlong with shame, the shadows cameShadows in Free Verse More Like This
the shadows along, as the witch proud shroud
of the primeval new moon
fading the fresh roses of June
stealing blue passions their tune
Duelling ghosts of Heaven and Hell keep calling
the resentment of the Furies summoning
as the light of day, slowly runs away
I will not play anymore nor will I pray for more
Scarlet skies bleed into rain
I crawl, feeling their cries and pain
in the obsidian amethyst night
where oracle flowers, grows
giving birth to majestic crows
Dream castles fall down, crashes
dust wind and ashes
remains of old stones, dazzling white bones
glittering marbles against the dark
haze veils paint the dew in black
Secretly closed, tomb and ark
I will guard such treasures inside
hiding from human sight
as I become a shadow too
unfolding the dying roses and holding you
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Paradise LostSofter than ring clovers,Paradise Lost in Free Verse More Like This
silence comes where water
bends to sleep, running deep
Thousands of multicolour pebbles
here stumble and dream
and fearful creatures stop, admiring
This green beauty, everlasting
this jewellery, mirror transparency
staring at their own reflection
Such charms, awakening
such magic, glittering
at my sight, as I take my flight
All day, wild things come out to play
for that, I stay, a little while longer, watching
until the dark hides my way
I dream too, under the moonlight
gliding through the beam that cross the night
to rest upon my nest, tender as the middle wind
Bind, the kind dark and bring
bring under your left wing
the opalescent stars
Make the eternal black, more light,
bright, velveteen blue
and the river waters shall sing, too
As I become human, I write in Ether as a woman
words similar to a soul yours my own
if there is a difference, I can not tell
A twin universe, or my love in a verse
the delicate ivy, entwine withi
Inside The FoldsFingertips inside the foldsInside The Folds in Free Verse More Like This
Like a flower, burst of color.
Pink flesh bleeding
Yet still as can be.
Lost inside the sheets
Musty with man
Sweetness of bitch
Sweat rolls down back
Leaving innards in tact
Attacking the heart
Lost in tug of war
Body craving touches
While mind screaming.
I cannot let go
Heaving of breast
Is this a test?
Smile within a smile
Fold within a fold
Rain droplets forming
Across smooth surface.
Eyes shut tight
Vision of lights
You are but a blur
That I crave more to feel.
The HeartThe heart knowsThe Heart in Free Verse More Like This
But most of all
It knows good and evil.
Right from wrong.
But it does not
Care to choose
One or the
The heart can break
Into bitter pieces
But it can be strong,
It does not know when to
Mother's DayMother's DayMother's Day in Free Verse More Like This
Is just another day
In which I am alone in an envious haze.
Another painstaking reminder
That you are no longer here.
I hope, wish, pray
For your return but
Where you are there is no coming back.
In my life I have not spent one
Mother's Day with you
And it rips my heart knowing
There will never be a day nor holiday
I can spend with you.
A day of worship
Becomes a day of dispair, of grieving,
Leaving a sense on longing.
In school we used to write about our dear mother's;
I was the only one who was left with blank pages splashed with tears.
Is just a day dream for me
Where I am lost inside my mind
Wishful thinking rather.
Perhaps at the end of the rainbow
There would be my sweet mother with her captivating smile
That haunts my dreams in the wee hours of the night.
Instead of flowers, cards, and chocolate
All you get is a visit from me at your grave
Every couple of years
For I cannot muster up enough courage to see you.
Is just another day you see...
No End In SightThere once used to be a time I hatedNo End In Sight in Free Verse More Like This
E v e r y t h i n g
From the way my hair hung
Straight as a razor's edge
To the way my breasts were bigger than the
R e s t
And how I could never seem
To do anything right
I used to be the one one who would
C r y
Just to feel more alive
Lost in the hussle and bussle of life
I was constantly the one who was
L o s t
With no real end in
S i g h t
I AMI am me, I am free.I AM in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not myself today.
I'm stuck in between worlds
Of reality and fantasy.
I am happy, I am free.
I'm down in the dumps type of "blue"
When nothing ever goes right.
I piss and moan
About how life could be if I were free from restraints.
You couldn't survive in my shoes could you?
I am, I am..
I know what I'm not.
I'm not who you and I want me to be.
I'm not where I need to be.
Right here in the here and now.
Life is just not what it's ever made out to be, overrated.
Waste Of T I M EI would wait endlessWaste Of T I M E in Free Verse More Like This
S E C O N D S
M I N U T E S
H O U R S
D A Y S
W E E K S
M O N T H S
Y E A R S
For you to love me, cherish the thought
T O G E T H E R forever
But it was all a waste of
T I M E...
Worn PagesI stumble upon words and phrasesWorn Pages in Free Verse More Like This
That once meant something to me
But now they are just letters
Strewn across worn pages.
ImperfectionsWith every glance in the mirrorImperfections in Free Verse More Like This
I can see the self scrutiny begin.
Every frizzy hair out of place.
My not so perfect teeth
Stained with rich coffee.
Every pound I gain
Reflects back at me.
And all I want to do
Is rip my hair and go for long walks
In the pouring rain
Hoping that the imperfections disappear.
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.
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
Can we find the prize?Well, finally my dreams came true, after waiting so many years, I finally met you!!Can we find the prize? in Philosophical More Like This
And what a meeting, miles apart, but on my path, and there you were – I knew you!
Was it fate that lead me to you at the time when I was finally free to give my all?
If I had known you were really more than a fantasy, might I have found you earlier.
So, now that we have finally met in this life, let me say 'hello', tell me about your journey.
Have you too known pain and sorrow? Have you too been betrayed and dismayed?
Have you still retained the courage to be with one who recognises the beauty within?
Will you show your inner self to me, as I will to you, if I promise to hold you with care?
Does the universe run in circles, like the orbits of planets and the phase of the moon?
Has fate been playing a grand game with the two of us, slowly pulling us together?
Like two comets, destined to pass in time many, many times before finally meeting?
Will the tides from the "moons pull" draw us together, or push u
Freedom - for sureAs the cold wind blows from the north and the cold bites deepFreedom - for sure in Philosophical More Like This
Those with coats shiver and the street people, they do freeze
Even the birds with their natural quilts huddle up for warmth
And the short days ensure loneliness invades the spirit again
For inside those bland and featureless rooms we, once again
Hibernate our bodies, to hold on through this deep winter of life
Whilst our souls talk to us in whispers grown loud of freedom
Of pain and courage, of longings and loving, of living and dying
But forget not that your life comes with a price, no discounts
No guarantees given of winning, for all is a lottery played daily
So why care that the freedom to choose your own path could
Cost you everything you have, for you have so little to loose
It is freedom that drives you, that beckons you step forward
The same freedom that pulls you towards an unknown place
And the journey is your one, for others cannot tread with you
Though the tears that are shed will be shared; joyfully my friend
Under A Wing With A Prayer In Your HeartLiving life on a wing and a prayer,Under A Wing With A Prayer In Your Heart in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Basically hoping you won't "crash and burn",
Can this describe the best life you can live,
An existence filled with fear, doubt and pain?
Sounds like a modern day investment policy,
Used all too often in recent years by some,
Bankers and gamblers, politicians by another name,
Sounds like a recipe for a disaster, pray to get by?
But life is for living, eyes open, with hope and love so,
How about "under a wing with a prayer in your heart"?
Thank you my dear friend, you really taught me how to fly,
Free of the noise, wind in my face, up there with the birds.
Where feathered wings show you the way and the how,
To free yourself of those chains that hold us bound,
To a fear of losing what was not even ours to loose,
And to finally show me what I already know I CAN FLY!!
Dedicated to one of the most beautiful souls I know Ricardo Diniz my teacher and my friend!
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.
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
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.
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
Lost and FoundL O S T:Lost and Found in Free Verse More Like This
The last petal declaring
"he loves me" back,
or last night's dream.
The money you thought
you left in the drawer,
Grandma's last photo
when she was still smiling.
Your first dog's last collar,
and your father's left sock,
and the last bead strung
on your friendship bracelet.
F O U N D:
New love in the crocus
he plucked from the ground,
the daydream that pulled at your mind.
The fifty you found
in your winter coat's pocket.
Grandma's wedding album,
when she was still glowing.
Your new dog's first collar,
and your father's left sock,
and the last bead to string
on your friendship bracelet.
Bearing WitnessIt was innocent,Bearing Witness in Free Verse More Like This
with its white petals spread
like a Sunday dress.
It betrayed the notion of a battlefield,
camouflaging the rusting barbed wire,
pulling it into the dune grass,
forgetting the blood in the sand.
It mirrored the colors of quiet surrender,
to hush the whistle of the bombs,
the screaming of the men.
How many bones bear witness in the water,
bleached that same color of peace?
Such a quiet testimonial
to the guns and thunder
on the now silent beaches
What Did I Do to Make You Leave?Part of my love will remainWhat Did I Do to Make You Leave? in Free Verse More Like This
like the family dog by its home,
Mournful eyes trained on the door,
its tail thumps at every movement
that could speak to hope--
the silent prayer that it was not left,
surely not sentenced to
being utterly unwanted.
If its eyes could water, spill over in sorrow,
The floor is cold in the lonely dark,
and the shadows of the moon
bring painful memories to the deserted;
an echo of warmth that once was known.
With a tired whine that stirs the dust,
it settles into half-hallucinations that
the branches pawing at the window are keys in a lock,
and it aches to be remembered and reclaimed.
It struggles to realize that
in the eyes of its owners old,
it outgrew their love and was
no longer wanted.
No amount of howling will bring them back.
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.
A HauntingHow can I learn to stopA Haunting in Free Verse More Like This
looking over my shoulder
at your ghost holding mine
in the dust?
I hate how they watch
my jealous back with
their jack o'lantern eyes.
They trace my footprints in the dirt
and their whispers follow me home.
And while I'm devastated that you left,
I want your spirit gone.
You've given me space in the physical world
and left me anything but alone.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I closed my eyesI've opened my eyes and I saw the mask of my tears.I closed my eyes in Academic Essays More Like This
Brilliant sin of broken hearts.
Lurid emptiness of silky thoughts.
Liquid loneliness of open minds.
Distance embrace of lost hopes.
Uncertainity of ghostlike dreams.
Burning passion of failed loves.
Fade perfume of deadly lies.
Tiresome waiting of unspoken words.
And White?... I did not see White!
I closed my eyes and I saw only white...
Astonishing, deep, pure WHITE of all lives.
TomorrowTomorrow I prepare to go out of your life.Tomorrow in Short Stories More Like This
I'm looking deep into your bright and dark iris and I see the page of unfinished story. I wonder if tomorrow is a day, or just a conspiracy of the universe?
My smile it's so telluric and my heart catch roots in a tomorrow which is abandoned in the arms of eternity.
-I love you...
Unequal whispers, or just an old cliche in the footsteps of a tango dance, so famous that it never try to keep in mind it's name?
Echoing, pain and flowers.
Reality, or merely a phantom atypical of a time stuck in a color of forgetfulness?
Questions and devotion, silence and obsolescence.
-Tomorrow is your birthday...
Tomorrow is a day just like any other days!
Four seasons, game, shyness and much dust.
Threads of SandI look around me dressed in your dream's clothes.Threads of Sand in Short Stories More Like This
Petrify I admire their color -a deep, deep brown.
Like in a wonderful waltz, trembling threads of sand from my hour glass heart and Sol clef, invite me to dance.
Two rebellious tears, dash into a corner of a whisper and thought fly easily touching the pollen of a lady without regrets.
Am I dreaming!
A star is extinguished in her immortality and all my life is caught in a trail of a
Did I fall!
Hypnotized, I try to understand the secret words trap into a coffee grounds.
We drink this coffee in one morning from another life!
Who am I?
If your answer is a smile, there's no answer at all!
Where am I?
Dazed, an ultimate thread of sand, tell me:
- Where the walls love you.
Between Past and Future My little darling,Between Past and Future in Letters More Like This
Yesterday I saw you in the mirror!
You were so angry that you're not growing-up faster, that you are so dependent on your family, that you don't know how love blossoms.
You were playing with sad words, trying to write a poem, to tell the world who you are and what you feel.
For a moment, I was tempted to smile, but suddenly I've realized how much I miss you and how much I want to be possible to meet you, even for a second, in the time carousel.
There are so many things I want to tell you!
I want you to know, that it was a day when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes the smile of that child who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished in my grandfather's photo.
One minute later, I grow-up...
It was a day, when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes that beautiful teenager, full of joy and happiness, who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished
WhenWhen I'm tired, I just sit and admire the landscape of my dreams.When in Academic Essays More Like This
- I don't want to ask, if they ever come true. -
When I'm blue, I just look through my window and I see the clouds.
- I don't want to ask, if they hide the Eternity. -
When I'm stupid, I just run over the letters of an old book.
- I don't want to ask , if the human race's wisdom, could light up, the intelligence of locked minds. -
When I'm selfish, I just pray for a miraculous cure of my existence.
- I don't want to ask if it is possible. -
When I'm beautiful, I just find all the colours of life variety.
- I don't want to ask, how many worlds had to die for this rainbow. -
When I'm generous, I just give all the kindness of my purity.
- I don't want to ask which perfume has the happiness. -
When I love, I just conduct my soul orchestra and play for you, the most wonderful symphony ever composed.
- I don't want to ask, what happens if I am not able to love nevermore. -
MonologueI want to ask you a question:Monologue in Erotic More Like This
- Do you know what LOVE is?
Your silence is very enlightening...
- Do you want to know?
Your silence is very touching...
Love is our most near at hand sublime.
We argue with HER, we conciliate with HER, we annoyte with HER, we talk with HER, we dance with HER, we dream with HER,we suffer with HER, we admonish with HER, we walk with HER, we enjoy with HER, we tell HER how much we love , we live with HER and most of all , we die without HER.
I am not surprised that such a common thing is so ignored.
Your silence is very deafening...
I have to go now!.
- Did you said something?.
I'm very sorry, my love, is too late, I can't hear you anymore.
MutatioI have secrets buried inside of me. Secrets that yearn to break free, to feel the sunshine, the moonshine light upon their lexicon. Some are painful, others are proud. This one is basic; this one is vital.Mutatio in Philosophical More Like This
There is power within each of us to change the world. Scoff if you must, if you are afraid to believe, but it remains true. Because worlds are as big as we live them.
I live mine in grand fashion, yet still my world is nothing compared to some. My daughter's world, that of my sons, are even smaller yet, but their happiness is of the utmost importance to me. I try to be a positive impact, a meteor of safety and love, into their universe daily. Hourly.
The painful truth, one you can't run from, is this:
you are a world changer with a word.
you are a world changer by deed.
you are a world changer with your laugh, your smile or your frown.
you are a world changer by who you love, who you let inside and who you keep at arm's length.
How I'm Afraid- Pt Fifteenyou remind me ofHow I'm Afraid- Pt Fifteen in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
all the heartaches i shouldn't
OdysseyThings escape most people,Odyssey in Free Verse More Like This
So many live
conditioned to security
just get out
and do it.
Hope bursts into his heart,
How I'm Afraidif you were still hereHow I'm Afraid in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i'd tell you how i'm afraid
to use the razor.
Cemetery GardenerCemetery gardenerCemetery Gardener in Free Verse More Like This
of sun-leathered skin,
of early mornings,
working in the dew
of rakes leaves for three months
mows the lawns for three months,
fixes the sprinklers for three months.
of polishing headstones and statues
when no services are occurring
learns English by sounding out the names of marble,
The Things You Used to SayI wish you would sayThe Things You Used to Say in Free Verse More Like This
the things you used to say.
the things that were said
when you did
the things you used to do.
there are birds in the trees, only,
now the shakes of death
scatter leaves and grief
at your feet.
you must know how you've
A Cat Like YouOn that first day, he turned to me and stated "I met a cat like you once."A Cat Like You in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Later I would ask him why.
No, it wasn't my mane-like hair that resembled a cat's furry coat, nor was it my shocking green eyes which had been called cat-like before.
No, it was because of my smile.
How I'm Afraid- Pt Eighteeni can look forwardHow I'm Afraid- Pt Eighteen in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and realize that i can't leave
without missing you.
How I'm Afraid- Pt Seventeenmy lifeline, grey wolfHow I'm Afraid- Pt Seventeen in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
don't cry, don't cry; no one hears
silence holds your pain.
How I'm Afraid- Pt Sixteenit's cold and grey hereHow I'm Afraid- Pt Sixteen in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my skin shrinks in atrophy
i watch myself starve
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-
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
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...
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...
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|||
WarmthWarmthWarmth in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Even in the snow
you bring summer to my heart,
the warmth of your smile.
The four elements of painThe four elements of painThe four elements of pain in Free Verse More Like This
My face is laughing
while my heart is in hell.
Tortured by burning knives.
Horses with fiery hooves
burn their passage right through it
trying to burn it to ashes.
Floods of salty tears
play around the bloody cliffs
drowning everything but the pain
which is fed by this deadly water.
Rocks as large as houses
and stones as small and sharp as shards
pulverize every tiny plant
named Hope and Love.
Across the vast land
blows a wind violent and cruel.
There isn't a shelter for my love
to be there safe and warm.
But you are my almighty lord,
able to raise me into heaven
with only one wink of your eyes.