On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
moonsongthe crescent moons bitten into my palmsmoonsong in Free Verse More Like This
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time.
siren's abyssyour metallic voice drips off your tongue,siren's abyss in Free Verse More Like This
acid burning through my paper skin.
a siren song drifts though my mind;
i am a ship crafted from the daily news
being pulled in by your gravity,
sinking your raven colored abyss-eyes
and crashing into your rocky shores.
clockwork mechanicshis heart ticks on; hisclockwork mechanics in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
clockwork fingers caress my
fading awaythe disharmonyfading away in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of the city is fading
of sounds being swallowed by
the din of Silence
Corduroyblue corduroy coat,Corduroy in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
frozen lashes, one last breath
suspended in glass
hanging from the rafters in the skyclocks in a motel room;hanging from the rafters in the sky in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the years go by like one day
with these old photos in my hands.
how do cities understand?
that by skating on the edge of the world
we carve north stars in Styrofoam
on the edge of reality.
we are all waiting to be found
when stars die.
(i used to have a name)
now i'm dreaming of the simple things,
and i'm ready to fight my way.
somebody told me:
"i have loved the stars too fondly."
between gray and gold
there are flaking photographs and shattered memories;
the heartlines of drunken sinners chasing stars.
cold hearted, you bound our spines.
(and breathe out)
it is not enough to know the colors of my soul,
like a painting hung all wrong, or
and unwanted diary.
dreams catch in the lungs.
let go, little bird.
(but don't forget me)
without you, my fickle muse,
the city daydreams,
desperate to connect with
the world near your feet.
(lost wishes can be found
symphonic miseryyou lied the night you kissed me,symphonic misery in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a vision of blood and deconstruction;
feelings with no names.
we were a february tale in a twisted corset.
i can't breathe in your presence
because our still-life fairytale
is your prisoner of war.
the oracle card in my pocket
gave me a revelation:
"love makes us blind;"
(or so it seems)
now, our seasons of knowledge
are just temporary bad memories,
but there is no more music in me.
Simple WisdomThe old man's words swirledSimple Wisdom in Free Verse More Like This
around the room with the smoke
from his cigar.
"Well, since you asked,"
was coughed from his wizened
throat. "Save as much money
as you possibly can.
Don't buy cable. Read.
Write. A lot. Read some more.
Take pictures of extra ordinary things.
Print your pictures,
Handwrite all of your mail,
and lick the stamps yourself.
Travel the world, and
collect friends wherever you go.
Oh, and don't try to keep up
with the Jones. They will covet
your simplicity. Your resourcefulness.
Never listen to a bank
when they say you can afford
a certain sized house.
Divide that in half.
Okay, I'm done.
But you asked.
go to sleep."
Things not Living1.Things not Living in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
glassy eyes --
glass angel --
torn sails --
hands crinkle --
rusted parts --
water droplets --
creaking movements --
motionless adoration --
metal earth --
Little Thoughts, CompiledApril 1st, 2013Little Thoughts, Compiled in Free Verse More Like This
dust on the counter
(an inch thick)
a broken chandelier lying
on the chipped tile floor
knocked over chairs and
glasses lying abandoned
on a bar stool
April 2nd, 2013
it is sunny outside
and i see couples walking past
i sit on the couch
to your picture
the only thing
i have left
April 3rd, 2013
I pick up an old, dog-eared book
at the "Pick-A-Book-er" used book store
The book was worn like an old pair of clothes
and in the front cover was an
illegibly written name: "La---n P-f--"
I open the book (M--y -ick) and
instead of being enveloped by dust
memories flash before my eyes--
not my memories
the memories of "La---n P-f--"
April 4th, 2013
do bad things
to good people?
April 5th, 2013
A struggle to breathe.
Always pressing buttons.
A call for help.
Never ending pain.
A death sentence.
This Is Reality.....Right?This Is Reality….Right?This Is Reality.....Right? in Free Verse More Like This
Reality really isn’t real, understand that.
Facing The DepartureFacing The DepartureFacing The Departure in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dirt trails, tattered clothes and sullen faces,
The atmosphere so frigid, it leaves your body shaking,
As you watch the chaos from afar; while it destroys everything in its wake,
You now realize death is what you’re ultimately facing……
Believe What LiesBelieve What LiesBelieve What Lies in Free Verse More Like This
Why do empty smiles appear prettiest?
For the simple reason this is the one you choose to believe,
Without looking for the actual truth that lie behind those eyes,
For apathy has set in; maybe you’re just tired of trying…..
Don't UnderstandDon’t UnderstandDon't Understand in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I don’t understand,
Well then it isn’t worth it.
This is our mindset.
It's More Than ThatIt’s More Than ThatIt's More Than That in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Writing is more than pulling words out of the sky,
And putting them together ‘cause they sound pretty,
It’s more than something to do than to just “pass the time,”
The art of writing is meant to be done purposely,
Not blindly; only trying to unite words that sound beauteous,
It is another means of expression, a form of communication,
A way I can communicate about things that are otherwise difficult to discuss,
It is an externalization of internalized emotions;
Think of writing as a woman,
Where it’s not only about the outside,
But more importantly, the inward,
It’s not only about her smile, but her mind,
So when I write; think of it as such,
Because I write, not to have my words sound attractive,
But to express the ugly truth the inhabits every one of us,
And that’s how it will always be with me, and I’ll never sugarcoat it
ForgettableForgettableForgettable in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m tempted to change my whole mentality,
To make sure you’ll never be able to forget me,
‘Cause the Devil wishes to be remembered through evil,
And it seems to me being good to folks is just forgettable.
Detached From The NucleusDetached From The NucleusDetached From The Nucleus in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I witness those that run ahead,
I then look down to see I’m sitting motionless
And lower my eyes; I exhale with apathetic disgust,
I look at the speckled pavement and shake my head,
This feeling of detachment is ironically attached to my nucleus,
I look at my peers and am painfully aware there is no “us,”
Just him, her, that guy, that girl, just strangers; simply animate objects,
Not necessarily human, just breathing organisms that don’t really love
But I feel cynical; but not much more than that, just apathetic and emotionless,
What I have now……..I’m sorry Lord, but it leaves me yearning, I must confess;
So I write this to explain to You what You’re already aware of,
That I’m a greedy, selfish individual where I’ll eventually break down from self-induced stress,
But I hope You see I’m not really apathetic but a boy, who yearns to love,
And to have another love me with the same t
Close To FeelClose To FeelClose To Feel in Free Verse More Like This
Closed eyes feel more than fingertips.
FateFateFate in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Eventually, our demise will be considered a great relief,
Visions of immortality are only short-sighted dreams,
Every man will fall one day; we simply don’t know when,
No one’s death will be rescinded,
Truth is, there really is no need to be afraid,
Unless you’ve tempted the hands of fate,
And committed unforgivable crimes against mankind,
Lusting over power; larceny; to the destruction of minds,
Life will always win out in the end and will ultimately decide your final destination,
You will then feel either the celestial release, or eternal perdition.
WhirlwindWhirlwindWhirlwind in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life, a whirlwind that blows in every direction,
‘Specially when you least expect it,
It destroys things like schools and paved streets,
To things like homes and innocent families,
With no regard for human life,
Because once your number is called; it’s time,
Some don’t even make it out of the womb,
And that to me, is the ugliest truth,
‘Cause that little boy or girl didn’t even have a chance,
So that feeling…….that joy for the future doesn’t last,
This is why we clean out our closets,
To take cover from the debris that flies from this whirlwind
inside the quiet.My blue broken boy,inside the quiet. in Free Verse More Like This
We found love in November.
No longer golden,
Hear silence where once you were.
It never did rain for us.
didn'tmind.I was the raindrop.didn'tmind. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You, the streetwalker. And her,
A prismatic umbrella.
where i dance alonei. I mistook a shy boy for a thunderous one in the days when I lived inside his lungs.where i dance alone in Emotional More Like This
ii. I wanted your hands in the early morning, or in 8 o' clock light. (Does it matter? I just wanted you.) Hands like paper cranes, hands like wind chimes. Then we could've been like lovers in a parody: "I love you, I love youno, I don't. But you are beautiful." And while I was not your lover, neither was I your queen. Either way, you wouldn't hold my heart.
iii. Our fingers would've taken flight and then the rest of us, too. Then you would've known of the ballroom in my chest, the migrations inside my body, of the tiny secret nothings that make their way like monarchsas if by instinct, as if they have been here beforefrom ballroom to piano hands to the museum that is my mind to my stomach. But you are the only lost boy afraid to fly.
iv. I was a foreign land and you would not dare travel without a map. But I do not possess a souvenir shop in which to purchase one. I am a des
Teeth, WristsnovemberTeeth, Wrists in Free Verse More Like This
kissed me blue
and cold and bitter;
eyes that cradle
the sun without
opening, and hands
that have forgotten
the way to heaven.
reinventionI should've met youreinvention in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
when I still had it in me
to change my own name
TributeShe came back to me undone, brazen & alone & alive, awash in morning light, with mockingbirds braided ‘round her ankle, with her soul cradled in the arc of her foot, & took me outside. She came delicately, barefoot through the days I had sat alone, hush-hush through the grass & gold, came & laced fingers through my mind & called to me, down through the years & the hallways of my heart where the dust of you had long lain undisturbed: "He is no longer here, but I am.”Tribute in Free Verse More Like This
I have found the voice that left with you.
The Shoe BoxTake you down from my wallsThe Shoe Box in Free Verse More Like This
Smash it against the silence
Hollow out my heart
Pick up the pieces
Store the memory of you away in
The box labeled
What Could Have Been.
I Of YouI want you to breakI Of You in Free Verse More Like This
and never bend for me,
see my history
spiderweb your brilliance
till you belong to me
(and I, to you)
utterly and forever
you cannot stop this.
sinkingshe went looking for sea—sinking in Free Verse More Like This
gulls at the seashore,
where their laughter
bounced off stones—
rumbling on the toes;
and the ocean pulled
at her feet
and sprinkled salt
to her hair
but the gulls had
left the sea.
the gulls never
a sweet song
nor could they ever
stay as constant
as the sea
downpour.when I give up my body—downpour. in Free Verse More Like This
frail and turning ashen,
to a boat
made of bound sticks,
and set it to float
across the night.
I'll let my secrets
sprinkle the earth
Home AirI've been dying for a whileHome Air in Free Verse More Like This
inches and the miles
have all, but
snowfall in a paperweighti bought a crystal ball todaysnowfall in a paperweight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and it’s like looking through
stained glass windows for lessons
in weather forecasts.
i think that i could start to
smoke and make my insides
look the same as they feel when
it is overcast.
or let the embers slowly
burn between my fingers
until i have left behind
and maybe it doesn't matter
and i will
crystal ball and make fragments
Mass Charadethe wind'sMass Charade in Free Verse More Like This
they're recreating heartbeats
and I follow,
mistaking the unnatural
for those who
Perennial YouthOld mother Demeter isPerennial Youth in Free Verse More Like This
calling—sweet breath to
a chilled bone;
and oh, Persephone
her words may be immortal
but that chariot will slowly
carry you over the edge,
and you will be mortal among the dead.
you can't play goddess no more,
because nothing's more human than
the motif of death;
No spring will stop
winter from coming.
dance of dalliancesometimes the morning dewdance of dalliance in Free Verse More Like This
tastes the same as a
stale cup of tea
FeathersI've been whispering to the swallowsFeathers in Free Verse More Like This
as they fly to the moon.
I wish them luck,
but they never turn around
and whisper back a "thank you".
UsEvery face has an eye, every eye has a sight,Us in Free Verse More Like This
To seek and know, what is wrong and right.
Every sight has a vision, every vision has a dream.
And every dream has a future, to find, to fight.
Every face has an ear, every ear hears a tale,
Of good and bad, success or fail.
Every tale has an end, every end has a hope,
And every hope can live no matter fire or hail.
Every face has a heart, every heart has a soul,
To lead the world to that one last goal.
Every soul has a voice, to speak and to trust,
And every voice, is one of us.
The SnowIf you spent your whole life travelling the world, tasting exotic foods, drinking foreign wine and living in extraordinary places, you would never come across a place quite like Aeveryn. To the traders that pass with their loaded carts or the road-weary travellers who stop in for a night, it seems nothing more than another of those ordinary little settlements that spring up around the place, big enough to thrive and grow but small enough that everyone to know everyone else and every new arrival founds themselves friends of the whole town within days. But what held Aeveryn apart, were its stories. Every town has them, but for Aeveryn it was different. Starting from a single raconteur, one could spread in a single day, and by the end of the week every child will have heard it with rapt attention and every adult be reciting it with their own vivacious retelling. Instead of slowly fading away into dusty memory, each tale would stay alive and so, generations later, parents wouThe Snow in Short Stories More Like This
MilagroShe lay on the narrow bed, connected to an almost frightening array of tubes, needles, and drips. Snatches of conversation flitted in and out of her awareness.Milagro in Short Stories More Like This
" massive internal injury "
" close to death "
" no response "
" organs will fail if she does not wake soon "
She wanted to wake up. She tried so hard, but after two days of trying the small sliver of consciousness she was struggling to reach was only moving further and further away. And she was tired, so very tired.
On the fifth day she stopped fighting.
* * *
That voice. His voice.
"Evelyn, it's me, Adam."
Goodbye Adam. I'm sorry, I can't go on.
Something soft and small slipped into her hand.
"Remember the orange blossom I gave you on our wedding day? We both made promises that day. Fight this Evelyn. Wake up. Come back to me."
I can't fight anymore.
She felt something warm wrap around her fingers. Instinctively, they tightened.
"I know you can hear
ForgottenPast tears, memories fading in time.Forgotten in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Time, in fading memories, tears past.
I Once Was BeautifulTime, 'tis he who allows the flowers grow,I Once Was Beautiful in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then throws them away as dust on the ground,
Time, 'tis he who lets beauty come and go,
When he spins and whirls the seasons around.
He changes the living things in the world,
Steals away from us our looks, our beauty,
Leaving only ancient ruins unfurled,
Though he is doing naught but his duty,
He is no villain, no not in the least,
Only he compels us to learn and grow,
With age comes wisdom, like sun in the East,
He will teach us all we will ever know.
I remember yes, remember I do,
Of a time when my mind was still young,
When I laughed and played in the water blue,
And each and everyday I danced and sung.
I do not resent that he took my youth,
Otherwise I'd be forever a child,
I'd rather be old, and know of truth,
Than live ignorant, juvenile, and wild.
But indeed, for this I have paid a price,
Now my air, my energy has faded,
But no, this exchange has no major vice,
For never will I ever feel jaded.
Now I am aged and may seem pitiful,
Across No Man's Land0900 hours, December 25Across No Man's Land in Short Stories More Like This
"Her name was Anna," the English soldier said, "our wedding would have been today, if I hadn't been drafted. She was always religious, said her childhood dream was to get married on Christmas."
"I had a wife," the German soldier replied in barely accented English. "Broke her heart when the conscription letter came."
It was an odd scene, this was, two people who had previously been trying to kill each other, talking now like old mates.
1200 hours, December 25
"I get letters from my mother every few weeks, she just can't seem to stop worrying."
"Me too, and my son as well. Always warning his daddy not to get hurt."
Odd indeed, but today it was a scene that was being replicated all along the Western Front, enemies brought together by the day of our Lord.
1500 hours, December 25
"Could I join you for lunch? Our next shipment of rations hasn't come in yet."
Men who had been fighting so brutally the day before, laying down their wea
In the Shadow of the GuardAmong the many wonders that lie scattered over the length of the realm today, there is none so great as the mysterious lone tree which grows out from the middle of the Rik'yin desert. Gnarled roots and an ancient trunk that twists and twines, it reaches up from the midst of the lifeless plain towards the heavens, a towering beacon over the flat sands. There is a name for it, 'The Guardian,' an anomaly on the face of the world from a time that has passed.In the Shadow of the Guard in Short Stories More Like This
Once, so the tales tell, the land was reigned over by a great empire which stretched down from the northern Cekom mountains, past the eastern forest of Phangrul, and to sea of Cha'kyye. The emperors ruled in a golden age of unimaginable wealth and power, knowledge and culture. Generations passed in peace, son succeeding father, but those years lie forgotten in lieu of the one who broke the chain.
They called her the Warrior Daughter, the greatest glory and terror that the empire had ever known. She fought her way along the borders agai
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
SliverThey say that if you stand in front of a wall of glass at exactly four minutes past midnight and tap your fingers on it three times, you can open a door to the void beyond this world. It has to be somewhere you can see your reflection, and see through it, hovering like a ghost over the darkness beyond, somewhere dim enough that you can't quite tell the difference between light and shade. And unless you hit the glass where you touched it, shatter the half-formed image before the fifth minute strikes, that door will never close.Sliver in Short Stories More Like This
Celia Gray has never been one for urban legends. So much so, that she would never turn down a chance to prove one wrong.
The girls are in the middle of their third round of Truth Or Dare when it's brought up for the first time.
"Come on, Angie, it's almost midnight!"
"What's wrong, scared?"
"No, II just ...it's my house! I'm not smashing my balcony door."
"Jeez, guys." The five faces turn at the third voice. "We're fourteen no
The SketchHe loses his first kiss in autumn. He's twelve, she's just turned thirteen, and at the time he isn't sure what all the fuss is about but knows how special it is anyway.The Sketch in Short Stories More Like This
She's gorgeous, pale-skin, brown hair, dark eyes always filled with happiness and joy the way he wishes he could be. She doesn't want to be there any more than he does, and they grouse to each other about how they don't need a 'special school.' It's the first time he's worked up the courage to say it.
She carries a book too, just like his sketchbook, but she says it's a diary. It's hung with a little lock on the front and he jokes about it being the key to her heart, a little boy's poor attempt at flirting but she laughs anyway. He wants to hear that laugh again, and he does, when he shyly asks if he can draw her.
It's half-way through his sketch that she leans in and presses her soft lips to his. It's a little clumsy and awkward, given how she's standing up and he's cross-legged on the ground, and nowhere as romantic l
If i was to die tomorrowAnd if I was to die tomorrow,If i was to die tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
Before the sun has risen over the valleys
Where we used to walk hand in hand,
Talking about the future,
Our lives stretching out behind us like foot prints in the sand.
Know in your heart that I am safe and I am well.
And when loneliness comes knocking,
Please don’t think that I have just disappeared.
I told you, I would love you forever.
That is a promise I know that I will keep
Because even after I am gone,
You still know where to find me,
The place in your heart that you carved just for me.
Please don’t be angry, I did not want to leave.
I know these days will be hard,
And I can no longer be there to wipe away your tears
But please stay strong my love, please don’t disappear.
When times are tough, think of all the that memories we made,
But also know that it’s fine to fall in love again.
Don’t let my memory rule you,
Live your life to the full,
But know that I will never leave you,
And that in som
Be the Sun in my SkyBe the sun in my sky,Be the Sun in my Sky in Free Verse More Like This
Where song birds cry
Tears of joy down from heaven.
Be the wind through the trees,
That warm summer breeze
That dries the tears in my eyes.
Be the wings on my back,
A beacon of light
Shining hope into forever.
Be the beat of my heart,
Light when all is dark
Throwing shadows far from me.
Be the air in my lungs,
Help me to breathe,
I forget when you’re not with me.
Wrap your arms around me,
We will weather this storm.
Let the ocean crash around us.
Even though all we have is now,
Love can last forever.
We can’t back down now.
Be the sun in my sky,
Tell me you love me tonight
And I will hold on to you forever.
The hope in the sunriseThe bird perched on the garden fence sings out a tune,The hope in the sunrise in Free Verse More Like This
Signalling a new day is about to begin.
I look to the horizon to watch for the sun,
It rises over the hills as it has done since before our time here began;
Bringing light into the darkness of the world that we live.
Soon everyone will be up and going about their work,
But for now all is quiet, for now all is still.
I hum with the bird, still singing its beautiful tune,
You used to look at me in wonder when I sang with the birds.
You would tell me I should have instead been born as a bird
And I would laugh and say “Im just happy to still be alive”.
Hiding the Bruises Behind Blackout BlindsBruises up my spine, sickly yellow.Hiding the Bruises Behind Blackout Blinds in Free Verse More Like This
Fire bursting from the sun,
Casting light where it shouldn’t go.
Mucky foot prints through the house,
Round in circles and then run out
Marring the carpet, staining the floors.
The bruises accumulate in the dead of night,
Reminding me what it means to be alive
Not singing drunken ballads of stormy fights
And hiding the bruises behind blackout blinds.
I like to set things on fire, things I can’t have
Creep around strangers houses at the weekend,
Look at all the memories in photo frames on the wall
How can you miss something you’ve never had?
How can you grieve for the feelings you’ve never felt?
Is it wrong to avoid the mirror because when you look
You’re the only thing that's there?
Even then the ghost is getting thinner,
Sooner or later I will look and
She will no longer be there.
I feel like a ghost who leaves behind footprints
Too trampled for anyone to see,
Setting fire to people
simple pleasureswind caressing my face,simple pleasures in Free Verse More Like This
tangling my hair,
cooling me down
on this hot summer day
running down my chin,
hoping that they grow anew
my daughter's smile
when she splashes me in the pool,
her screeching laugh
when I chase her
it's the simple things
that make me sigh with contentment,
it's the little things
that bring tremendous joy
Almost...Almost to the endAlmost... in Free Verse More Like This
Before I ever saw the start,
Close to the heavens and yet I...
Didn't see any stars.
Each and every moment passed
Faster than falling sand,
Going under, grabbing onto...
His now distant, earthly hand.
I wish I would have realized
Just a while before death came
Knowing would have changed so much...
Leaving only me to blame.
S.O.S.Sometimes I feel heavyS.O.S. in Free Verse More Like This
No, I could never float with all this pressure
Sometimes my shoulders ache
from trying to keep my head above
the constant swell of waves
Sometimes I grit my teeth
when I feel myself careening toward that edge I didn't see
Sometimes I look into that dark hole
and wonder what it would be like-
to let myself sink down deep
and not even try to swim.
Is it dark and quiet,
like a peacefull, dreamless sleep?
But I don’t dwell on that,
because how would I carry you out-
if you needed me to?
How could I embrace such darkness,
and ignore our beautiful Lilli lighthouse?
Sometimes I have to remind myself
that it's okay to drift
close to shore,
that it's okay to dip my toes into the midnight waves
because her light will always guide me home.
Sometimes…I think that maybe I am adrift too…
My arms so tired from the swim,
feeling helpless and lost in the fog,
needing your voice to guide me
and your hands to help me up.
Coasting like CrazyWe ride right into the sun, we surge toward some unseen precipice. His foot hits the floor and the acceleration is divine. In a flood of endorphins, it's all so dangerous, so thrilling! I laugh and scream and am soaked in pure elation.Coasting like Crazy in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I catch my breath when we cruise, my body still tingling and flushed. The wind brings me down slow from over-stimulation in a come down all syrupy sweet.
His smile is breathtaking, his hand so warm when he takes mine. Eyes alight, hair a wreck, he looks so animated, so alive. He tells me I look excited, that I look high. I laugh because I am and he's the drug.
It's quiet now, the engine silent as we overlook the bluffs. Standing at the edge, the wind whips my hair all over, I breathe deep and close my eyes. He's behind me, arms locked around my waist, warm lips upon my neck all lazy and dizzying.
Here in his arms I am coasting like crazy. Heart-beat gone frantic, head swimming in the sweetest kind of rush. This is u
A WORDy feature.I want to start with an awesome six word story by ezradeacon.A WORDy feature. in Literature Features More Like This
An incredible prose by Aerode
A short poem by Phan5everx2
Some horror prose by Gingersanps
A very cool free verse piece by AyeAye12
An emotional free verse by 7ShadowsFromNowhere
and last but certainly not least, a beautiful poem by DrippingWords
A WORDy featureBecause I love words!A WORDy feature in Literature Features More Like This
White by BloodshotInk mostly void, partially stars by singagainsoon
................written in a frenzy and run-on................ in Free Verse More Like This
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
spell boundsummoned by the full moonspell bound in Free Verse More Like This
a burnished glow lighting her path,
shadows undulating as her grimoire is opened
sensing the impending wrath.
in ancient tongues, spirits invoked
dark magic pulled from the bereaved,
a talisman, a spell awoken
on this All Hallows’ Eve.
A Winter's PleaAs the sun burns my pale shouldersA Winter's Plea in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing for a cold snap
A frigid breeze that creeps up my shirt
I remember the constant snow
The hearth ablaze
Your cold hands on my cheeks
Using my body heat to warm you
In the winter we thrived
Snowy white, pristine
But always coming in from the snow
Changing with the seasons
Growing in the spring
I want a never ending winter
I like your body cold
My hands like kindling
Set your heart aflame
Until you venture out again
My WishI can paint the worldMy Wish in Free Verse More Like This
Turn the gray
Into a bright, vibrant landscape.
Illuminate the darkness
Create a beautiful world
With my mind.
I would be satisfied
If I could make
Just one square inch of the earth
A gust of calamity shall sweep across the earth.
Each creation will be seen in it's true light.
I wish to create beautiful things
Though it may be sad
Driven by anger,
It is also driven by
And a never-dying hope
TomorrowTodayTomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
Terrorists reek havoc,
Poverty peers its cold eyes across the land,
Lives are crushed by hatred,
Discrimination suffocates countless,
The miserable are tortured mercilessly.
The sun shall peek out from the horizon, like always.
Perhaps once the fog clears,
Fortune will shine upon us.
If today doesn't give you a reason to live,
Then live for tomorrow,
Perhaps your dreams will come true.
A miracle could happen.
You may finally understand,
For once you clear away the words,
You will see your path clearly.
RescueIt's almost insufferable,Rescue in Free Verse More Like This
My life depicts a nightmare.
Yet, my ultimatum is somehow fulfilled
At the threshold of decrying,
The Force of HopeHope is the driving forceThe Force of Hope in Free Verse More Like This
That gets me up every morning.
Hope makes me keep racing toward the finish line,
Even though I know I'll never make it.
It whispers comforting words in my ear
When I'm ready to give up.
Hope convinces me to hang on until tomorrow.
Hope keeps me dreaming,
Though I may never prevail,
Though my efforts are in vain,
I will always persevere.
I will keep running,
Even though I'm out of breath,
Gray MasqueradeStriding through this gray, empty world,Gray Masquerade in Free Verse More Like This
I peer upon the hard faces of my peers.
False laughter rings in my ears,
Strained smiles depict something's amiss.
They all fit in,
Just a bit too much.
Robotic and stiff,
They are unidentifiable.
Caught up in the crowd and judgment,
They have lost their identity and their pride,
And their emotions are as flat and cold as those disguises they sport.
The world has come to this.
Even they don't know who they are any longer,
Is like a masquerade ball.
I would rather die
Than live a lie.
phantom fingersthese bonesphantom fingers in Free Verse More Like This
there's a clitter-clatter
whirl of a girl with limbs
and she speaks in boxes
her bones clap like an audience
as she grinds her shoulders
and wiggles her fingers
and plays prelude in e minor
for the whole wide world to hear
(she doesn't even really like the song.
she just likes the way the composer's name
sounds in her mouth.)
ghosts slide underneath her nail beds
her bloody, bleeding, bitten nail beds
and when she goes to sleep at night
they crawl out and tangle themselves
right between her shoulder blades
and round her rib cage
and embed themselves in everything
she had ever grown to love.
"these bones are haunted,"
she mutters to herself
as she combs poltergeists
and demons out of her hair,
"these bones are haunted
and there is
nothing you can do."
goodbyehair like flamesgoodbye in Free Verse More Like This
and a single, adventure-ridden heart to match
she was like a wildfire
spreading over your skin and
her voice would absorb into your veins,
she was a fairytale wrapped up
inside a human being
the whole universe was cupped inside of
her little hands
impossibilities would trickle from her lips
both his hearts are broken
and her body is decomposing in the ground
some days he drops everything he's holding
and ignores every galaxy that is calling out to him
and then he will just sit quietly
for days on end, remembering
the girl who waited
mostly non metaphorical rant (you... again)i still listen to the voicemail you left me four months ago. if i'm not feeling very strong, and my fingers are wrapped around the shattered remnants of us too tightly, i hold my phone with shaking hands and press it against my ear and for 41 seconds exactly i can pretend we were how we used to be. sometimes when i'm listening to it, you sound like you're really there and i'll accidentally reply out loud to something you said and then i remember and it just doesn't even feel real.mostly non metaphorical rant (you... again) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the other morning i woke up and i looked at my phone and i clicked on our messages and i just read through them all, every single one. it took me about three hours. i was crying a lot by the end of it, but by my standards, that was a morning well spent. i don't know if you've ever re-read any of our conversations. probably not.
i have a few memorised.
i should probably delete our texts but you and i both know that i'm not that strong. you don't really care at all about that, but if someone asked you, yo
spring cleaningcrack me openspring cleaning in Free Verse More Like This
like a journal that drifted through the ocean centuries ago
pages dried up and crusty with sand
dust me down
pull up a chair to your kitchen table
i'll watch you nibble on your bottom lip
as you furiously try to scrub every last inch
not a bird, nor a plane:
just a shooting star.
just a meteor that will one day orbit right back around and smash our planet into smithereens
(i can only think that that might have been your wish)
so bleach the sand from your table, try all you want
smash meteors into the hundred year old surface
(so it blows to smithereens)
i'll stay in between the cracks of the wood
i'll stay until you rip my atoms apart
songwritersometimes I will drift offsongwriter in Free Verse More Like This
into oblivion and there
is this blank sheet of paper
burning holes in my vision
so I take a stick of charcoal
and I draw five lines and
a treble clef and I match
a note to every part of you
every tone in your voice
and every colour in your
tousled hair that is kissed
by the sun's hungry rays
every fingernail that is
bitten down and bleeding
and scratching my skin
when I wake up beside you
all of the brittle bones in your
ribcage that feel like they are
going to burst into ashes if my eyes
could see into your chest
and so I compose this
infinite symphony and I
come back to the real world
and hum a song that doesn't exist
cratersit's something acraters in Free Verse More Like This
little more than
quite lust, but
filled with just
as much desire
etched into my
skin, deep in
my veins, struck
down to the
a craving from
the bones, a
hunger that eats
itself up and churns
itself back out
i'm cold and brittle,
feeling the ache for your
warm fingers to wrap
around the dusty
bones of my wrists, your
hands to stretch through
and out of my eye
and holes that
hide in my anatomy
now feel gaping wide;
as the earth to
engulfed in cold
absence, open to
the threat of the
asteroids that come
shooting out of
when you drift
close and the
proximity is simply
too much to bear
i'm finding it hard to breathe
how can you
be afraid of
indulgencei will peel away every individual shade of colourindulgence in Free Verse More Like This
in this seven-thirty pm sky
like stickers on empty beer bottles in the space
between your ankles
i will drink down this crescent moon cocktail
and get tipsy on night air,
clinging to my skin and summer
will run through my veins
but i don't want winter to come)
and sometimes i'll look down and realise
that my fingers are still sticky with sunsets
but i never want to be clean,
not ever again.
today is a new day andi am growing up out of mytoday is a new day and in Free Verse More Like This
bones and out of this skin and
this skin is growing roots down into
the core, the core of me
and myself and this skin
- oh, this skin
this skin is thicker than you will ever believe.
if you told me that you had sunflowers
sprouting from the corners of your
eyes then i'd have no choice but
to believe you. you are a child of the sun,
you have wheat growing under your
shoulder blades, you have been flecked
with a ginger paintbrush dipped in solar
rays, you are soft-lipped and you,
you are warm
i might be sunburnt but this organ is over
seventy kilometres deep and i can't feel
the touch of your uv arms underneath all
i don't want solace dripped over me like
tanning oil, not if i'm like this,
not if i'm different to how i was before
blue skies researchwhen it came to you iblue skies research in Free Verse More Like This
could never quite understand
how tangibility worked,
and you always had me
just as you wanted me:
blue skies research
in the sense that
you never set out
with the intentions of
discovering how to rip
a girl to pieces.
i've gone two full days
without thinking of you
wholly, consciously -
two full days and to you
that might not seem much
but i'm breaking my back
trying to get people to
understand that god
damn, this is an
this is an achievement.
ps: i love youautumn is near and youps: i love you in Free Verse More Like This
are falling, fallen
you are blowing away from me
i have shaken myself
out of your barbed wire grip
i am cut to pieces
memories sing like sirens
as you pour from my pores,
and i will not cry,
i will not let you change me
i'm ripping you from my skin
like hot wax and plasters
and you do not even hurt
fallingi.falling in Free Verse More Like This
i met you in fall
while i was too busy
with the changing leaves
and the changing tides
to notice the shocking
blue of your eyes
when i did
the sun was as high
as we were and the
sky azure as they
the next season i
needed your warmth
it wilted with the trees
a gap between us filled
with silence and cold
in sync with the
world like dying
last year we couldn't
touch without breaking
my own rules and i
dreamt every night of
reaching out and
closing that gap again
and i missed you
more than the sun
or it's warmth
this year i've been
too long untouched
too much unknown
to die with the season
or mourn your warmth
so i'm flying to you
in your endless summer
BrailleI can't read you by sight,Braille in Free Verse More Like This
I don't remember which arm
Your birthmark is on,
Or the number of freckles
On your face.
But by night I learned
Your Braille by heart,
A secret language
Hidden by touch.
I don't remember the exact
Hue of your eyes,
But I remember
Your skin under mine.
xsuch an infinitesimal amountx in Free Verse More Like This
of forgotten language
found only in shuddering touch
breaking waves or
lapping tides beneath
stronger than the fleeting gaze
you can’t hold
that moment between stolen
mugged and beaten glances
when both crash as last
to intersect as we should
the sum of your partsI can find in many othersthe sum of your parts in Free Verse More Like This
The sum of your parts,
They're scattered, disjointed,
Disconnected by miles.
One may have your eyes,
But only with a certain look,
Another the glimmer
Of what could be your smile.
I could try to convince myself
I'd heard something you'd say
From the mouth of another,
But not in your voice.
There are many parts of you
I'd despise in any other,
But you're so much greater
Than the sum of your parts.
In HindsightI'm not ready to meet you yet,In Hindsight in Free Verse More Like This
I need to have a mental breakdown
That I'd rather you didn't see.
You can meet me down the road
When my mess is just a story,
Part of my mysteriously alluring past
Not the painfully present now
It will seem so romantic,
My idealised mental anguish,
When you don't have to deal with it
Day after day
I'm sorry to tell you,
But please come back later
When I'm a bit saner
And you somewhat braver
And both a lot easier to love.
sparkIt doesn't matter when we met.spark in Free Verse More Like This
There's no point in starting there,
It wasn't our remarkable day.
There was so much else to distract me
From noticing such bright blue eyes.
We exchanged words on stairs,
Words I've since forgotten.
The ground didn't shake,
Time didn't stop,
There was no spark yet.
The spark came the moment your hand
Rested on my knee,
Caught in a laugh,
That moment you found me looking at the sky
And draped an arm round my shoulder,
Or even before when we shared a bench
Under a blanket of shooting stars,
That's when the air started humming.
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleveni haven't named this in Free Verse More Like This
and there’s not a chance
in your small world
you’d ever doubt a word i said
and then you’re eighteen
and i’m twenty-five
and i know for sure now
how little i knew then
and you’re too quick to tell me
how little i know now
and it pains me to know
that i know enough to know
that you know so much less.
Art TherapyI'll fill the hole you leftArt Therapy in Free Verse More Like This
with vibrant colour
familiar ochre, painting
the words I failed to write,
because those words now
have another task,
a grander task,
to fill the gaps on this
white blank page.
This hole you left is cold,
dull, lifeless, silent,
so I'll brighten it, cover it,
shout into it, play the notes
you taught me to liven it,
sneak into it in the dead of night,
with a stencil and a spray can
to leave a permanent mark
this permanent art
on every moment we're apart.