*Ideas we set in ink* in Free Verse More Like This
Do not mirror reality.
No matter how hard we think,
Our words are not actuality.
In writing, all that one can do
Is wish upon an asterisk
And hope that wish comes true.
SkyeShe was as blind and beautiful as her namesake,Skye in Free Verse More Like This
Ever changing and evolving with the seasons of her mind.
She hid not a single emotion.
She always said what she was feeling.
Her face betrayed her, and she knew it not.
If you needed someone to talk to, she was there.
Every sensation experienced showed clear;
Even if you didn't want to see.
Sometimes you even forgot she was there.
She was calm, catastrophic, serene, stormy, heartbreaking, deep, confusing, ponderous, perfect, haunting, mysterious, amazing, inexplicable...
(And, of course, always nice to look at.)
Jenga Is a Dangerous GameJenga Is a Dangerous Game in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
Dear SocietyPaint me over.Dear Society in Free Verse More Like This
With your words, your rules, your regulations;
Your policies, contracts,your abominations.
With your lies, judgments, sins,infatuations;
Your hate, your order, your secret combinations.
Stifle creativity, unravel joy,
Throw around common sense
Like it's just a toy.
Redefine our limits, standards,
Color outside the lines.
You are in charge, not those who designed you,
So go ahead and polish 'til you shine.
Once you've gone and had your fun,
You'll be completely smooth.
Of course, it's better for everyone,
No ugly semblance of truth.
It'll be just as Montag said,
Nothing to bother us.
Nothing to hinder us.
So I'm just here to say:
I'm done fighting you.
I don't want to anymore.
So I'm giving you permission.
You can wipe me across the floor.
After all, I'm just an air bubble,
Standing between you and total control.
I'll just sit back as you crush me,
Watching society take its own toll.
Forget tsunamis.Man:Forget tsunamis. in Philosophical More Like This
The world's first
WordsmithsTo all those who admire me, admire any authorWordsmiths in Free Verse More Like This
(simply for being a lunatic which in all tongues is called a writer):
There is something you must understand.
These words are not ours.
We did not create them.
They simply sit, waiting quietly in the dusty wings of our brain.
We are the directors of the play, telling the words where they must go, what message they must give to the audience, what they must represent.
The words, so quiet and compliant,
Impact others if we know how to use them skillfully.
For we are just hoping you will enjoy the show.
Why Fall In LoveThere are always the cynical ones,Why Fall In Love in Free Verse More Like This
those who could really care less
And they say,
"Why fall in love?
I don't need anybody else.
It's just a waste of energy and time."
Well, one does not ever mean to fall in love.
It's a natural occurrence in all human beings.
You never realize it
Until you hear them laugh and
smile at the sound.
See them sad and
instantly long to make it better.
Feel them smile at you and
want to freeze that moment forever.
It's a disorder of the brain,
But it feels so good;
An addling of the mind,
Yet it brings you so much more happiness and
than you've had in a long while.
And even if it doesn't work out,
No matter what happens
You will be happy if they are.
RealThe velvety backdrop is punctured by a thousand icy pinpricks of diamond;Real in Free Verse More Like This
The clarity of it all
Brings a smile to my lips.
Though the trees may tremble at the sight,
This is where I go for peace.
The penetrating wind
Washes over me;
The crashing of its waves
Makes no sound in my ears.
The worries of the world
Are painted over by the brush of night,
Finally becoming as insignificant as they actually are.
I bathe in the starlight as
What it Isn't, What it Ain'tBeauty isn't makeup.What it Isn't, What it Ain't in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty isn't paint.
Beauty isn't purchased.
Beauty isn't; it just ain't.
It's not a thing to be desired.
It comes all on its own.
Even if you have none, don't you worry:
Here is a secret not widely known.
Beauty isn't on the surface.
It's all on the inside.
This kind of pretty can't be faked,
Although many have tried.
It all depends: What's in your soul?
A princess or an ugly troll?
The qualities that you possess
(Like friendship, loyalty, truth, kindness)
Are what make you attractive.
Now go find your ever-after.
NumbersHow old are you Grandad, she asked.Numbers in Free Verse More Like This
I said I was twenty-two.
She didn't believe me.
She was six.
With that pink hat she lost
In the town that's dead now,
That graveyard of the recession.
And on my centenary
I received correspondence
From her majesty
Who said I could start my birthdays again.
Don't be silly, she said.
Maybe she did believe me.
I dreaded the day that she would know.
Know that I had lied.
She wouldn't be six for very long
And that hat would get left behind.
How old are you Grandad, she asked.
I said I was seventy-eight.
Shouldn't you be thirty-four, she said.
No, but my hip is nearly five.
We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:We Are All Going in Free Verse More Like This
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.
And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.
Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.
Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.
You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.
When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was righ
A School for the FutureTrace the carved names,A School for the Future in Free Verse More Like This
And peeling doors.
The scent of dust,
Long lacquered wood,
And cheap perfume.
This was your world.
It was tired,
And getting on a bit,
Anonymity was just a word,
And you were safe,
Thinking it would never end.
It's gone now, what was yours.
Dug up and rethought,
Shiny and new.
They've ripped it all away,
The stage and the walls.
But please remember,
It was just brick, tile and mortar,
Its heart still beats,
Dusty, yet glorious
And forever yours.
LateBeing late was something that she had never been any good at. For twenty-seven punctual years she had made the point to be ten minutes early to wherever she had to be. But everyone has to be late at least once in their lives, and she was ten minutes late, which for her meant that she was twenty minutes late, and perhaps to those that are somehow always ten minutes late she was right on time or maybe even a little early.Late in Short Stories More Like This
She flashed her ticket at the bleary eyed man-who-looked-at-train-tickets-but-she-didn't-know-what-that-was-called and was impressed by the lack of humanity in a place where humanity thrives. There were no husbands waiting to meet their wives off of a platform, and there were no children screaming for sweets whilst their mothers sighed, and there was no babble of noise that hid stupid questions, and 'Sorry-did-I-step-on-your-foots?' which she also thought was a stupid question. There was only her,