And It Broke My HeartAnd it broke my heart,
so I turned down all the pictures
and I tried to forget
where I put your necklace but
it's still reflected in the mirror,
lurking behind my jewelry box.
And it broke my heart
when I took the yearbook from the shelf
and stumbled on your picture
not so accidentally,
right before your scrawled
And how to regain composure
when turning down the sheets,
when lying on the bed,
while thinking of all the alternate worlds
where my hand is in your hand, but...
that's before I changed the pictures
and let tarnish choke that silver charm
and put the yearbook in the attic
next to the music that you wrote.
And, don't you know,
It felt so good
to spray my bed with my perfume;
to willfully forget
you ever smiled there.
Love is a BattlefieldI wonder if this is how a landmine feelsLove is a Battlefield in Free Verse More Like This
Is there that same metallic exhilaration?
Does the shrapnel twist into a grin,
false as the leaden skin that coats
its ticking spine?
Oh, but if only it had a backbone.
There's a countdown in your eyes
but we stare past each other
like shells in the dust.
I go off.
All my mind is a fireball,
and I see nothing but hollow wreckage.
I name it "past"
and move on,
our questions turned to casualties
in the twisting smoke.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
Ebb and FlowWhen I lose myselfEbb and Flow in Free Verse More Like This
it's as if I'm slowly stepping down into a river;
feet sinking past the round and weathered stones
as I become the sand.
My spirit eddies,
tied to nothing,
and every breath becomes
my eyes are the water
and I move with the moment,
I draw out my words with a bucket,
skip rocks across stanzas,
and smile as the ripples grow.
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
For the Man Who One Day Holds My HeartI want to be your Summer girl,For the Man Who One Day Holds My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
Ninety-nineIt probably feels like a broken sigh,Ninety-nine in Free Verse More Like This
witnessing a century of repetition and change,
becoming a testament to human tenacity,
and watching too many wars on television.
The nursing home is too sterile for you,
but as your children near sixty,
with problems of their own,
you have no place in their houses.
While everybody visits,
they never stay for long enough.
you are lonely.
Your daydreams are like old jazz records--
sometimes you confuse them with memory.
Were you really such a beauty on your suburb streets?
Did you really love that boy so completely?
Perhaps you have forgotten.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
Footprints in the SnowThey're meant for melting,Footprints in the Snow in Free Verse More Like This
and someday all this ground will hold
is memories of walking together,
and walking away.
We will not forget.
Time will do that for us.
A Cold RenewalMake me pure,A Cold Renewal in Free Verse More Like This
like today's unmarked snow.
Windows are glowing with warmth,
soft amber lighting that casts itself in
stained glass fragments across these
I want release to color me
in that same way,
relief washing me out and
re-painting me in golden tones
that only letting go could understand.
I unclench my tired hands and
trade bitter sighs for peace.
DepartureThe world hasDeparture in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
taken you from
our firm grasp,
but the pain
you felt in life
has faded away.
You wait patiently
for us to follow,
to see you again
in a better light.
No sorrow dwells
within in the realm
in which you now
lay your head to rest.
August 3rd, 2010
SepulchralThere is a realmSepulchral in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I cannot reach,
and it dwells within
the darkest corners
of your stoic heart.
Barricaded by grief,
these walls have yet
to reveal an emotion
that has been sought
by my very own soul.
July 28th, 2010
TearA single tearTear in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
be the last
the pain you
gave to me?
July 7th, 2010
DesolationThere isDesolation in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of the soul.
It is an
to deny this
into the corners
of my mind
where the memory
of you died.
June 19th, 2010
A Memory ScathedBurnt are the wordsA Memory Scathed in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
upon your blazing lips,
setting fire to every
memory that mattered.
I sift through the ashes,
but everything worth
remembering is charred,
singed from the surface
to the very source
of our collective joy.
December 13th, 2010
EnvenomedThere is nothing to sayEnvenomed in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the time that we
allowed to fall away.
Am I so inconsolable?
You left me with
nothing but a
Can you even breathe
after the words that
escaped your tongue?
I will find a way
out of this misery,
for this life cannot
end with the poison
you left dwelling
in my veins.
July 20th, 2010
DissonanceYou play meDissonance in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like a harp,
but you see I am
ever so slightly
out of tune.
The note you hear
is nothing more
than subtle discord.
January 22nd, 2011
AfflictionMercy has notAffliction in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
found my heart,
are the words
that are cast
I bleed profusely
while my soul
bout of insanity.
August 14th, 2010
CensureMy forced smileCensure in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and tears down
the walls of my
August 8th, 2010
*Life Transcended*Immortal poet*Life Transcended* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Endowed with eternal voice
Life lived on the page.
*Fragrance Remembered*Masculinity*Fragrance Remembered* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Old fashioned fragrance called 'Brut'
*Moon Glow*Comfort of darkness*Moon Glow* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Time to think no distraction
Moonbeam, gentle glow.
* Nomad*Time of change, years ago* Nomad* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Since then life's bittersweet
Cold seeped into my life force
This engendered great remorse.
History coloured many days
Odd wondrous moments enjoyed
Benjamin Disraeli kissed my hand
His charm I managed to withstand.
Was presented at Russian court
Dressed in white my favour's sort
More than a few felt tempted to bite
Kept my fangs well out of sight.
My likeness painted by Vermeer
Gossamer veil so very sheer
Such dedication to his art
Sadness felt when we did part.
Bonaparte, Corsican upstart
Eventually exiled to Elba
Dined on him, his blood so thin
Clear to me he would not win.
Music was constant delight
Dinner with Mozart, one dark night
He was oblivious to fond farewell
Decided to look up Raphael
Life of change, one wish denied
Should love to turn back time
Not possible - it's torture for me
So many people would disagree.
Updated 21st January2014
*Sunrise Sunset-No:2*Vermillion sunset brazen delight*Sunrise Sunset-No:2* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lover's hold hands watching sight
Darkness descends night grows cold
So what, these hours are pure gold.
Vermillion sunrise streaks sky
Two lovers kiss farewell and sigh
Man holds woman close to heart
Dawn and life in earnest starts.
Seasonal Love!AUTUMN/WINTERSeasonal Love! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Soft autumnal heart
Burnished golden leaves flutter
Seasonal love fades.
Winter heart captured
Ice fingers grip, no mercy
Frozen love endured.
Updated 6th January 2014
*Salt Tears*Drowned in flood of tears*Salt Tears* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Salty happiness prevails
Tissues crumpled, wet.
Comfort!Warm hand on my backComfort! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Gentle breath, soft sigh
Kind kiss of comfort.
Updated 12th June2014
*Sandman Song*Back before time began*Sandman Song* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Arose an entity called sandman
His nature empathic, very kind
Elusive recluse, sympathic mind
'Tis said he is of evil intent
Grotesque, misshapen, back so bent
Whispy hair with fingers long
Melodious voice, sandman song
Inspite of how he does appear
'Tis not his wish to instil fear
He is magic and will aid sleep
Lullaby gentle, slumber deep.
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
Peace in AgonyThe same place, the same five inches spacePeace in Agony in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My pain is laughing at my last smile
The eyes are blind this morning, every morning
My voice disappeared, drowned inside me
Lying here and time running behind me
How does a world shrink and squeeze you
How does a heart find peace in agony
Getting so small, smaller than yesterday,
My world is smaller everyday, in every single way
Smaller than this small window
Smaller than the smallest cube of sugar
Smaller than the crumbs on my carpet
Smaller than all the dreams I had
Bigger than all the dreams I still have
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
MotherMy longing for you weakens my heartMother in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the birds are silent as we grow apart
Will you leave me to my destiny
Will you come and find me
I spell your name in fear to remember
Scared to feel thorns in my pulse, burning rush
Your radiate face is more than a figment
Yet, impossible to touch
Mother,why didn't I kiss your hands everyday
Do you hear my prayers mother, they are all for you
I send them every morning with drops of dew
What words can do, when my all is still so few
You are here, when it rains on those hills above
When I imagine your laugh and feel your love
When the pink clouds come by, stand by and pass
You are here when my heart is a pile of shattered glass
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
Those Phone CallsIt has been a year since I last saw you mom. And there is something about a year, because it's not two months, four or six months, it's one year. The back of my mind is yelling ow my god it has been one year. I managed not to cry from missing my family all this time, I made it, I put this thing whatever it is on my heart and I didn't let it hurt or feel pain from missing them. I have no idea how I did it, but I did not cry from longing all this year.Those Phone Calls in Emotional More Like This
So my mind is trying to convince me that it's fine now, it keeps saying you can let go, feel what you need to feel, you did great, let it go, cry, feel sad. Because it has been one long year. I have always felt like I have two brains, maybe because I'm a freaking Gemini, if that what those things do to you, I have no idea. But I don't want to, there is no point from turning myself into a big bowling mess.
All I could do is call , I called you every day mom. I was so scared not to call one day and miss something from your life, I wanted to
Tender HopeOn the edge of my windowTender Hope in Free Verse More Like This
grows a small green bud
A white candle stands in the wind
One pale frail flame
flickers with every frozen breath
and the subtle echo lives in my shells
and I know, I can hope again
Hang myselfTonight,Hang myself in Free Verse More Like This
The wind is howling
My chest is panting
and the dogs are restless
and I stare, mosquito stains on the wall
I'm just floating in this bed
Drained and full of wrinkles
and needles in the palms
I want to grab myself, take it off,
Hang it from the shoulders
Put it somewhere dry and clean
Tell me to rest for the night
Let the wrinkles loose
let the sweat of the day dry
and this heart have a shut-eye
I've found my tears againThough I was long without these friendsI've found my tears again in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I now have found my tears again.
I walk once more in shadowed lanes
as nightmares blank give way to pain.
And, now the ink more freely flows,
inside, the darkened canker grows,
the silence swells its crashing din
and sorrow rears its head within
the breast that long was crushed & numb:
no longer to that void succumbed.
Instead, my heart is tossed & reels:
its throbbing pulse afresh I feel.
HoldLet me wake up next to youHold in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and know each day that this is true:
that in my dreams you hold me tight
and do the same in day's cold light.
Let me taste the air you breathe
and see the stars that your eyes see.
If I can hear the words you sing
I'll have no need for other things.
Let me share the love you feel
and bathe myself in your ideals.
To know that we might live as one
would leave injustices undone.
Let me hold you tight against
my heartbeat regular, intense.
For, when we're close, the world is right:
let me hold you day and night.
BreatheA hand lain on your silken skin,Breathe in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for all I need is to be close
to drink your scent down deep within
and know that I'm the one you chose.
To touch the heat that fills your veins
and watch you in your peaceful sleep,
to hope that I might have some claim
on those sweet thoughts of which you dream.
This much, alone, enough for me:
to know you're close, and feel you breathe.
When you pass byA pulse that doesn't lieWhen you pass by in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A heart that will not cease
Interrupted by your smile
Its even pounding beat
Skips lightly at your glance
And under perfect gaze
Emotions gladly dance
And drown in gentlest waves
A cure for all despair
In that brief look conveyed
And all my weary cares
They all are gone away
For in my pulse that cannot lie
The metre trips when you pass by
Midnight milesThe lights stream byMidnight miles in Free Verse More Like This
of countless towns and un-named cities
(a vivid, flattened representation
of the lives within)
as the music screams to us.
Sitting next to me, you dance to the song
and sing the words
we both adore.
In the only voice that brings
a living smile to my broken lips.
All the world flashes by outside
as we cross these midnight miles.
Sometimes I wonder what it meansSometimes I wonder what it meansSometimes I wonder what it means in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to always live with broken dreams:
Did I, in taking aim so high,
set all my hopes that they should die?
Or was it right that I refused
to live as other people do,
instead devoting all my words
to lines that will remain unheard
by one who turned her back on me
and gave in to society's
demand that she must live deprived
amongst those living simple lives?
Did I, in speaking only truths,
pre-ordain myself to lose
and, in so doing, forfeit you:
and this bleak life, unknowing, choose?
177.Carving words from ink177. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
serves little purpose in life
112.There's no dignity112. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in the fear of solitude.
Keep it to yourself.
YearsThree more decades.Years in Free Verse More Like This
The thought is terrifying.
though growing darker
and inexorably closing in on me
beaten down and losing
all hope of ever
finding that which I had sought
here and there
with exquisite moments of perfection
the hardest of them all
But three more?
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
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
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing in Free Verse More Like This
May smooth curves of your lips be the pillow
On that my soul can rest in peace
Warmed by your breath, the only thing to lean on
When our human days run out of sun
In streets of town now emptied by cold drizzle
I saw there dancing a blind man
Who compared creator to narrator
And turned my longings into snowflakes
Sitting themselves down on shoulders of us both
Now closer to each other than ever, forever apart
Like dreams those came true long ago
Still haunting what is left of us after they left
Maybe he's right that love is born of decay
For sometimes it is nothing more
And still we keep it in our inner pockets
As "nothing more" is more than nothing; well, is it?
He said that he was frightened of my beauty
And he's the only one whose words are true
For what his orbs didn't see they cannot forget
He smiled and vanished in the wind which now I am dancing in
Chalcedony TempestsChalcedony TempestsChalcedony Tempests in Free Verse More Like This
Cool is the floor
With entwined limbs chilling
Unlike your breath
And its echo in caves
You look upon
My innermost darkness
And go for a row
On river of my hair
Cravings lie quenched;
Were beating hard
Upon dry marble tiles
Of knotted rills pulsates
Stilled by the crescent,
Its silver liquid light
A kite to fly
A magical seesaw
Took me so high
Up to where roars the storm
Bodies will part
To moment that
Kills and lets be reborn
SeptemberSeptemberSeptember in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The rays of brightest autumn sun
A blessing sent down from the sky
On two of hearts beating like one
The shiny flames meant to be spun
And twirled into rings - they will tie
My love, your dearest soul to mine
Beyond the rest of our days
They'll seal our bond in grace divine
And in a glance they shall outline
Our future shrouded in a haze
Where you'll go I will follow you
Through joy and pain that's ours to bear
Each day I'll fall for you anew
I swear that I'll always stay true
To your love that's beyond compare
You are what I was looking for
And found you dormant in my heart
There you will stay forevermore
While I will protect and adore
You as my noblest, purest part
My darling, I do hope and pray
For that you'll never leave my side
Then vows of this September day
May guide us, light up our way
God help us by them to abide
HelenaHelenaHelena in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sound of your name
Golden bangles and black curls
Set Troy on fire
The Sixth DayThe Sixth DayThe Sixth Day in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What if the sixth day was a huge mistake
Chariot of fire without a brake?
A vision gone wrong, attempt ruined by hand
Of the bad seed, the ungrateful man
The twisted breed hastening their own fate
Born of lust, then only brought up to hate
Shallow caskets given too much free will
Beasts on two legs always ready to kill
Heavens keep looking for righteous souls
But madness is getting out of control
Clock's ticking louder than conscience and fear
The horns are blowing when end's coming near
Night is hungry, graves are burning
The bell tolls for death returning
Its slaves will rise
To blind the eyes
Of filth been living in disguise
Seas are boiling, black ships sailing
Air infected plague retailing
For bribing fate
It's much too late
For hellhounds sins are tasty bait
Both earth and sky have their order sublime
While among people the only law is crime
Brother stabs brother, arms have no chance to rust
Flesh made of mud will soon crumble to dust
Divine miracle of soul bright a
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?
recipe for happinessThe lover's eyes,recipe for happiness in Free Verse More Like This
A pinch of smile,
Daily dosage of butterfly kisses.
A gentle heart,
Beating to the rhythm of mine.
Every now and then,
A single red rose
And when I'm down
A shoulder to cry on.
What else could I ask for?
When I have your love,
And your promises
For a better day to come?
You are my recipe for happiness.
life changing decision"will you?"life changing decision in Short Stories More Like This
Diamond ring glittered.
Road to nowhere - p16Christy screamed and jumped in her place. She heard a squeaking sound and her body was pushed forward forcefully. Her chest hit something hard. She raised her hands and they touched something hard on top of her. She started to panic. She was trapped; she was inside an enclosed space.Road to nowhere - p16 in General Fiction More Like This
She could not breathe. She started panting loudly. She heard voices and a door clicked open. Now she could feel a cold wind blowing at her from her side. It meant an opening. She moved towards it. The solid surface under her body suddenly ended and she fell forward. Her hands touched the cold soil.
She breathed in relief and pulled herself free. The blinding whiteness around her started to disappear. She was in the opening. Her breathing started to get back to normal. She collapsed on the ground. She could smell dust. It was soothing. Now she could hear a voice next to her, "It's ok Christy. We're here I'm here. Breathe, please breathe. You're gonna be fine."
She opened her eyes. A worried face was
petals of pain, petals of rainThrough the haze, something can be seen. Not dark, not bright, though it's there. You see, I see, it's there, you're there. The haze is as thick as your lashes. It's milky white like your pale moonlight kissed skin. It's warm, it's safe, like your long arms around my chest. It covers my bitter past.petals of pain, petals of rain in Short Stories More Like This
Baby blue, in the eyes of the sky, vanished behind the lids of clouds. Pearly tears fall down, painting my cheeks in this color I know no name for. I look up to see, I touch to see, which one is mine. The red on the tips is mine, the salty droplets all over my chest are yours.
I feel the butterflies flutter around in my stomach. They find their way up and around, into my fingers, into my heart. My lungs expand to invite them in, welcoming them. They die inside, trying to find a way out, into the light. They die trying. Not even one survives. Butterflies die inside. I too die inside. I died inside, the day you left. The day you said goodbye.
The fresh scent of roses, the earthy s
Road to nowhere - p17"So I think this is it."Road to nowhere - p17 in General Fiction More Like This
Tom pulled over at the side of the street. They looked up at the old building in front them. Christy took another look at the envelope she was holding and checked the number of the building. It was the right address. She clenched her teeth.
"Will you will you guys wait for me?"
"Of course we will." Bill said, reassuring her, "I'll make sure your friend has a place for you and then we'll leave. We won't be going far even then. We leave in the same town. It's not New York, you know. It's just a small town."
Christy nodded and pulled her hoodie over her face. She held the door handle in her hand and exhaled loudly. She opened the door and stepped out of the car. She walked towards the building door hesitantly and waited for a few seconds before she pushed her finger on one of the doorbells. Bill and Tom watched her as someone buzzed her in. She pushed the door and disappeared behind the heavy black doors of the building.
Bill furrowed his eyebrows an
hallucinating realityShe sees the wall, she feels you near, she wants you here. She smiles and walks, your eyes are set on where she stands. She sees the smile. It breaks the wall, brick by brick, it gradually falls all the way down. Her lips part and form a smile. She feels rather shy, the strand of hair, falls slowly down. Her fingers move and she sees your eyes move on her fingers. She blushes and tucks the hair, securely behind her ear. She sees your hand, it moves above that dark silky net around your face. She takes a breath, feeling relieved to see no ring, golden or silver, you're not taken. She loves the way your fingers move, brush your hair and now she can see those beautiful eyes. Those eyes the colour of honey, the colour of the sun, setting in the horizon and before it dies, the sun smiles at the world around. Your eyes are that, sun in the horizon, saying goodbye to the world around, before it sets. Golden and shining, like melting honey.hallucinating reality in Short Stories More Like This
She sees the hesitation, making you stay, where you'r
Road to nowhere - p21"Andi, Andi . Where are you man?"Road to nowhere - p21 in General Fiction More Like This
A bleach blond head popped up from behind the counter filled with bouquets of roses. A tall young man rose to his full heights at the sight of Bill and Christy entering the small store. He smiled and flipped the hair out of his eyes.
"Hey man! Where have you been? How was your mom?"
They hugged each other. Christy stared at the contrast of blonde and black hair. It was like the early hours of dusk when darkness started to take over the light, turning slightly gray and finally dark, pitch black with the stars above. Bill's eyes were the stars, shining brightly in the dark velvety cover of his hair and his face the pale silvery moon. Her heart leaped in her chest as she let her mind wander around.
She came back to her senses as Bill introduced his childhood friend to Christy. Like his wife, Andi did not raise his hand to shake hands with Christy either. She felt thankful for that.
Bill stood proudly in the middle of the small flower shop and looked
Road to nowhere - p10Bill hurried out of the bathroom. He was rolling the cord of the hair iron around the iron. He threw it into his open bag carelessly. Tom tapped his foot nervously and again tugged on the jeans he was wearing. He felt uncomfortable and would change into his own baggy jeans if Bill did not leave the room any minute soon.Road to nowhere - p10 in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on! We're gonna be late."
"Just a second. I'm done with her hair. I'll just give her the lip-gloss. She doesn't like to wear any makeup, but she looks really pretty already, Tom."
Tom rolled his eyes. Bill had convinced Christy to let him do her hair. She had agreed to it; since he would not be touching her at all and besides it would make "Grandma Annabel" happy to see them look their best.
Bill ran back to the bathroom and in a few seconds, he came out with a blushing Christy. Tom looked at her and he stopped tapping his foot. Christy looked really different in her new outfit. She was wearing the vintage skinny black jeans, the black long sleeve top, the
nerve racking challengeErroneous intentions drowned in everlasting journeys.nerve racking challenge in Short Stories More Like This
Road to nowhere - p09The sound of laughter gave her goose bumps. She turned around and ran. She was in the school corridor. There were pieces of paper stuck to the doors of the lockers. She didn't need to read them to know what they said. "Fag", "Freak", "Monster", "Bitch", the one which hurt the most was "Kill yourselves! Make us all happy."Road to nowhere - p09 in General Fiction More Like This
She had to find the exit and get out. Someone called her name. A dark figure was calling out to her. She knew that she could trust this person. She ran to the voice. A set of stairs was going up into the higher level. A hand came out of the darkness, being held in her direction, waiting to be grabbed. She raised her hand and grabbed it. It felt cold, so cold. Before she could move she heard a scream, which turned the blood in her veins into ice. She turned to see who was screaming. A big hand came out of nowhere, holding a belt. It hit her hard on the face. She let go of the hand. The dark figure standing in the darkened stairs burst into flames. It burnt. She felt th
anonymous.i don't really knowanonymous. in Free Verse More Like This
how i got here.
it's all a blur
from the time i
was able to think
about who i
i never got why i'm
why i don't know
how to be
my exterior may
but i sure don't
i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
that I pretend to
it's my vacated
carcass that is already
hollow and sad.
every trivial thought i
have echoes and
bounces off the
walls of my shell.
i'm just a poster child
for the underdog in all
of us losers.
i'm not a poser,
i'm just trying to get by
without getting hurt.
it's a novel idea
if you think real hard.
i guess i'm a cadaver.
i'm only a figment
i created this
sense of being tough
so people would give
me more respect.
but it backfired
a girl who begs
for someone to
to be honest,
my existence isn't
none of ours is.
we're just here
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
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?
you're the only teardrop where the raindrops fall.i wish you could eraseyou're the only teardrop where the raindrops fall. in Free Verse More Like This
your past because if you
could, i'd take a big ol'
swipe at mine.
i wish i could get rid of
all the mistakes i made
and all the things i did
and all the people i hurt.
i didn't hurt anyone.
that was you.
as much as i tried
to keep it alive inside
of me, i still fell
to tendencies of self-
loathing and self-
hatred and no self-
esteem, esteemed are
the colleagues who tell
you to hang in there
because you'll prevail, but
is it really
do you think i regret
all the things i've done?
yes.but do i regret
you? no. you're the reason
my eyes are open, i had
a hazy view of the world
and once i got all
the tears out i could
see clearly, if it weren't
for you i'd still be
on that same ol' track
of falling for terrible
people i know will
for the amount of pain
i relapse in,
i'm glad the puddles are
filled not with blood,
but the rain.
Inspirational Haiku- Just For YouDon't cry, my darling.Inspirational Haiku- Just For You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Didn't anyone say that
You are beautiful?
Don't shed a tear, sweet.
Their opinions mean nothing.
You are just perfect.
Don't let them win, love.
You are stronger than they are.
Don't quit the race, dear.
You're new and improved, winning
Is just a title.
Don't give up, starshine.
You're only as stellar as
You believe you are.
Don't shy from the light.
Shine as bright as your soul can.
Nothing's stopping you.
The world is for you.
Make of it what you want to,
I'll always be here.
haikus for the universe because they need them.i think i will writehaikus for the universe because they need them. in Free Verse More Like This
a few haikus for the world
because they need them.
nothing too major,
just a reassurance that
not everything sucks.
we've all got problems,
but they really don't matter
when we look at them.
forget about the
past, forge yourself a future.
the present is now.
don't stay back any
longer, we're all waiting to
hear your voice speak up.
we need you to walk.
we need you to listen to
the shouts around you.
don't avoid the pain.
confront it with full force and
within every head
is a heart beating just as
fast as the next one.
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...bLind in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
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... ←
i crashthere is no justicei crash in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i learned that from the aftermath
life passes by in a flash no matter
how you dance this sacred dance
trippin' over these two left feet
thinkin' over and over again about
how i tend to lose certain things
i think the world must be evil
takin' away the things that matter the most
and denying me anything real
whats the fucking deal
like tsunami waves
and if you look into my face
not just at it
you will see genuine panic
one more drastiC upheaval to add
to the rest i can't handle
leaving me burnt out like a candle
its so dark and i'm blind, its not right
.... to be continued...?
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...
head tripsclumsily synthetic, manufactured out of reasonshead trips in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that are somewhat pathetic... head trips, even
when no one suspects it, always tend to
affect their own reflection. don't miss this opportunity
to learn a Golden Lesson, and to adjust and make
corrections. be aware, talk right. don't waste any
time forming false ties, propagating lies, or having
to wear a disguise-
*real people can tell whats real by looking
into your eyes. to you, this should come as no
VagueWhile we're on the subjectVague in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
.....i'll be off the topic
will we still carry on
.....if i'm lost and forgotten?
she said she'd be there
.....but she was unprepared
she said she'd be there
.....but now she's lost and scared
be so vague
be so vague
be so vague
When we finally start
.....i'll be there to stop it
your mind is so cramped
.....and mine is all knotted
we said we'd be clear
.....but see this mess we made?
we said we'd be clear
.....how can you be so vague?
be so vague
be so vague
be so vague
(there's nothing more to say...)
TALISMANMy heart is not a talismanTALISMAN in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to be worn casually, as a defense
against whatever it is you are afraid of.
My heart is more dangerous
than any imagined goblin of hob
hiding in your closet, to frighten you.
Worn without respect, it burns
and leaves a mark deeper than any blow
struck by fist or forgotten evils' vagaries.
That I am kind and charitable
is not of question, for I have allowed
many to shield themselves with my power,
but the season and reason comes
when I have use of it myself
and it is not greed or vindictiveness
that I would want my heart mighty,
to be able to do what I must, at length,
and not just be a plaything or a talisman,
a good luck charm to those who want it
to make the road a little easier
at the expense of everything else.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
White Sunday 85: awakeningat times of sorrowWhite Sunday 85: awakening in Free Verse More Like This
I will be there when you wake
take what you need of my soul
my strength my love my life
for it is yours
and when you need it
I will be there
no mocking judgment or rage
for in the morning, the beauty
of holding you is my evidence of God
and that the world spins true
and so for you
I pour out my moments
I will be there
I will hold you to me
and to all your coquettish promises
and kiss your hair, touch you
in ways tender and passionate
and ask you to let me
shoulder your burdens
I will be there
to me it is an act of love
to trust me with your pain and sorrows
and I will never be less
than a loving partner to you
I will not turn away
when you call to me in love or pain
I will be there
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
cleaveshort of my soul,cleave in Free Verse More Like This
which God holds,
I am yours.
if you would have me:
human and bent,
sent to Hell and back
on more than one trip
for water for the burnt.
still with a few trips left
and a desire to inspire
one more heart
to feel something
honest and beautiful.
to make children,
whether of paper and ink and light
or flesh and blood.
to be for you
all you ask of me,
want me to be,
need me to be.
that I can be.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
the punishing stonehave you ever watched the skinthe punishing stone in Free Verse More Like This
melt away on your fingertips?
the discomfort becoming pain.
the pain becoming regent
as flesh burns and peels.
the acid of acknowledged sorrows
undiminished by forgiveness
if it ever comes, for the pain
exists in dark and infinite waves
that crash against me, bitter
is the taste of the brine
that carries the acid that burns
the flesh that feeds the pain
that disorients the soul such
that all other senses crackle
and spit, eyes useless and taken
it the point of an hot needle
driven to blind and bind all focus
to a single sin. I am consumed
from within, fed upon by doubt
and fear exquisite only in its
totality. an eclipse of dreams.
feeling the blood bursting
in capillaries as the acid goes deep
and finds the channels into me.
second after second after second
into minutes and hours and days
and even death wants no part of this
and turns away, his cruel smile
fading with something akin to
sympathy for the Ouranian pain.
have faithI cannot see behind your eyes and find your dreams.have faith in Free Verse More Like This
Or know my place in them.
I can only go on the wisps of words you have uttered,
which tell me little beyond
as I am a creature of faith, believing in time
that all things are revealed
that were concealed, that were hidden from me.
But time grows grey and thickens.
I wish it were that simple, but too many lost wisps
have whispered to me
endearments and encouragements, giving me a rope
of hope to hang from
seems more dust than trust, a crust to entomb me
while they ponder their desires
unconcerned with the blood they drain from me
in their delicate thirsts.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
White Sunday 108: seasonshave you ever seen the snowflakes that flyWhite Sunday 108: seasons in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in their haste to descend down to the ground
on the zephyrs of the summer's warm sky?
even though they know that they'll be unbound,
melting into water to run away,
their bright crystals wasted in their release
to feed the trees, grasses and to give sway
to the soft flow, natural and at peace
with the order of things not yet revealed
to the tender, old truths ancient and fair.
in time this love will no more be concealed,
but for the now, let them dance on the air.
I will wait for you to find me, seasons
pass, but in my own time, my own reasons.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
into a neon sunwhen I aminto a neon sun in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
into a neon sun
the apple blossom yellows
go to gold and then to crimson
their fragrance on me lost
until the next time I breathe...
the world is cold
but for those moments
when we stop reacting to the shadows
and step to the light
I am not used to living in the darkness
and my blood drips so slowly
it just can't be right...
so I will sleep in silent memory
of things that may never come to pass
and I will dream of sanity
that feeds the vanity of the victims
and the cruelty of the past
William F. DeVault. al rights reserved.
dream of elegant beautyIn my mind you defy gravity.dream of elegant beauty in Free Verse More Like This
Floating in silent beauty, high,
the wind kissing your bare skin
and cooling your flesh, your limbs, thin
and graceful, moving in a dance
of subjective seduction that drew me in
and lifts my feet off of the ground to follow
as you merge with clouds and myths
of a long-haired star, riding the skies.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Dragons do not fly, the ground falls awayListen to the sound of blood in your veins.Dragons do not fly, the ground falls away in Free Verse More Like This
The pain of life, accumulated scar tissues
and issues with memory and dreams.
The currency of hope. Of pain. Of pleasure
that we measure in teaspoon of numbing,
the dumbing of our voices to the choices
that will be made for us if we do not speak out.
Speak up. Cup our hands and drink deeply
like the mighty men of Gideon. Ready to fight,
whatever the battlefield, whatever the odds,
whatever the gods the pagan parade and serenade
with the screams of the sacrificial lambs.
I bring no balm, no curative salve or oil
to anoint your warm flesh. I am a distraction
from the pain, bringing my own complexities
and vexities, for the moments you grant me.
Fantasies of distant lands and the hands of strangers
that never clench to strike, the peace of release
as the blood drains out to shift red heat
to an acceptable warmth in the interlude
between rude ruttings, an education
in a provisional, positional geometry
sticks and stonessticks and stone may shatter bonessticks and stones in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as well as fists and various household items,
but words strike deeper than any physicality
and we are abusers in the darkest sense
when we lash out with tongue and temper,
leaving scars on the souls and spirits
where we should be lovers and bold champions.
hold high those around you, make not a lie
of short, simple declarative sentences
by the way you twist and persist with words
and attitude to savage the self-esteem
and dreams of those we cannot accept as peer.
this I take from those who treat others such:
they have no regard for others, no respect
and should be left to the crust of dust
that covers all lifeless things left behind.
even Jesus said shake the dust off...
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.