JourneyThe journey is so much longer
when you don't use your heart as a map, I say, while
traveling down your heavenly-rich brown hair.
Are you listening? or maybe you already knew that,
not surprising, but either way I'm filled up
with the most beautiful bliss, and you're to blame;
you and your smile that you're barely ever without;
hard to believe there is so much power in a simple facial expression,
but it transforms us inside, like the beauty in an autumn leaf.
Take me to where that smile comes from;
take me to where happiness walks the blue skies,
and kisses the light.
Be the heart and the map of my journey――
you're already the beauty of it――and I'm bound to
along the way see a lot of sunsets and cherry blossom trees,
that's just like you isn't it?
Eleven Things I Love About DAEleven Things I About DA......Eleven Things I Love About DA in 11 Things I Love about dA More Like This
I the way you can create doodles on Muro
I the functionality of the way you can customize your page
I the friends I have met and continue to meet
I the inspiration I get from other artist's work
I the News, Journals, Forums, and Polls
I the DA Meets when they are in Los Angeles, CA
I the the timely response from the Help Desk
I the feedback on my work
I the way that DA puts information on your deviation page
I [Heart] the friendliness of the staff
I [Heart] DA because they helped me get to where I am today, [Thanks for everything!]!
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.
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.
Little SinsMy lips blister at your name;Little Sins in Free Verse More Like This
you are the devil on my skin.
Each moment is another bead
falling off my rosary-
sticking somewhere between common sense
and a brimstone heart.
Prayer is but a temporary balm-
relief in upturned eyes and cool resolve,
but burning at the back of my skull
is a hollow cry
for anything but this brand of redemption.
Exiting DreamsSome mornings my eyes shoot open,Exiting Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
and I am left gasping because
I have fallen sudden out of dreaming
and didn't expect to land so hard.
With the way my hair splays out,
jigsaw curls twisting this way and that,
I wonder if I passed through lightning
on my way down.
Why else would I wake electrified?
eyes blue and dialating,
grinning at the sun even though
sleep is freedom,
so the daylight's my jailor.
Or maybe it's my savior because
I have heard that if you die in dreams
you won't wake in this world either.
And how many times have I gotten caught by the ankle,
running from a faceless nightmare
only to up and hit the bed,
Sometimes I can't remember,
Perhaps that's the best arrangement.
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.Half-Past a Different Kind of Broken in Free Verse More Like This
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
A Darker Shade of ReminiscenceI half-convinced myselfA Darker Shade of Reminiscence in Free Verse More Like This
that my soul only played in a minor key.
I remember smiling at that thought
and feeling I should be guilty,
but I left all emotion with my heart
as it rested by the soap dish.
My world was black and white
but I thirsted for color like an addict,
I was so convinced
they didn't make medicine
for that brand of sickness.
Every time I breathed
I could've sworn I was exhaling in slow motion.
I recognized my mourning,
though I vowed my cries were empty noises;
Still, I wore that veil,
though it broke my neck,
though it owned me.
when I left its gauzy haze behind me.
I made myself a promise by the sink,
while I held my gaze in a mirror.
No more staring down the wall,
or feeling like a thief in my own home.
I gave myself grace,
rather than my former ultimatum...
Now the pills are just for headaches
and the razor just for shaving.
Unlit CandlesYour spirit curled with the smokeUnlit Candles in Free Verse More Like This
towards the ceiling of the funeral home.
This image brought me closure,
and relief that your soul could escape
from the open casket.
When you turned ashes to ashes,
I imagine the release was the same
as when our voices caught
on the hymn's last note
and we all blew out our candles.
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.
Soul StorageSometimes I feelSoul Storage in Free Verse More Like This
like I'm being carved;
terrified that my experiences
might whittle me into
someone I don't recognize.
However chipped my spirit gets,
I save it in my poetry.
And these are mindless words for some,
but I am in each syllable.
Maybe if you speak them,
you'll hear me.
windmillyour arms, open sailswindmill in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
gathering wind energy
just to keep me warm.
Masterpiecea Monet sunsetMasterpiece in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dotted along the canvas
with clouds by Van Gogh
sunflowersthey smile at the sunsunflowers in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
petals opening like arms reaching
for more light
Siren's Callno man can resist their callSiren's Call in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
it's enchanting and irresistible
light showdiamond-studded viewlight show in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
breathtaking light show
they mate for lifeTails wrapped round sea grassthey mate for life in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sheltered by a coral bed
They court each other
Swaying in a pre-dawn dance
Swim side by side holding tails
HaikuWriMo 2015February 2nd- Bear HugHaikuWriMo 2015 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
calloused fingers so gentle
rough yet healing like a balm
giving into his embrace
greedy for his touch
February 3rd- Halloween
a night where faeries parade
vampires dance with demons
sugar is their drug of choice
that’s All Hollow’s Eve
February 4th- untitled yet clearly inspired by all the snow I’ve been seeing.
dark at five o’clock
a biting chill creeping in
welcome home winter
February 5th- letting go
tear drops ran screaming
leaving trails of salt on my cheeks
February 6th- HorrorKu
mommy wears a mask
of kind eyes and smiles to hide
February 7th- my swirling garden
lost inside the looking glass
glide over the mushroom fields
garden of my dreams
February 8th- I remember
the night after
the sky was dark and silent
February 9th- a song on the breeze
drip drop metronome
a soprano melody
floats among th
Salvation and TurpentineDead tired,Salvation and Turpentine in Free Verse More Like This
limbs gone lazy
after a completely hellish day.
I’m relaxing into a glass of something toxic.
Amber salvation chilled with ice.
It’s deceptively pretty
but goes down
with a welcome burn
that I hope will leave me numb.
I try not to think of his hands, calloused but gentle.
How easily they could unbend me.
I settle for escape
in the form of
Late OctoberOctober rain spills on top of fallen leaves; puddles of water over red, orange and yellow. Glassy pools of color raging in a last flourish of life. The drops are cool on the tongue and refreshing- sending a shiver down my spine as they drip down my neck.Late October in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Autumn's rushing wind
Little lakes of brilliant hues
Fields of thriving corn.
Let the music reach youYou know musicLet the music reach you in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
everything in music
you know I am music
just like you
I breathe it too
Through these songs
I feel everything
through this music
I reach you
let these songs
tell you everything
So don't you feel blue
I send only good
feelings to you
so let the music
flow through you
and just be good
Light a candleDid you sayLight a candle in Free Verse More Like This
you were lonely?
I am here
in the darkness
and I would like
to light a candle
in your heart
so that you
would always be warm
and you would never
walk in darkness
SeeLook deeperSee in Free Verse More Like This
in the eye
of simple things
and see the magic
in everything you love
open your heart
and see the light
BecomeLife is learningBecome in Free Verse More Like This
to think of what I
instead of what I
learning to remember
what was good
trying to forget
what was bad
trying to grow
as a person
towards the light
and grow wings
that I love
what need not be
I'm growing a life
inside a life
in my heart
I want to become
I can feel your presenceIt was October back thenI can feel your presence in Free Verse More Like This
I'm walking the memory lane
I'll never forget you
the best friend I had
It was already winter then
the river was almost frozen
but you wanted to see
what was beyond the water
And after all these years
I'm still as frozen
maybe it should've been me
maybe I could've stopped you
The water is black at nights
staring with omniscient eyes
I know there's a world beyond
and you're somewhere around
They never even saw meSo I stopped existing againThey never even saw me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
disappeared into rain
grew together with pain
people only see shadows like me
when sun shines perfectly
and shadows like me
shouldnt be on the way
when it's a lovely day
so sweep me away
I belong to the darkest night
where no one sees me at all
and I don't need to fight
for my existence at all
I'm free to fall
sink into deepest seas
of my tears and fears
you don't need to care
you don't need to bear
I could never be like them
the ones worth love
it's so grey I barely see
any stars above
I close my eyes
and bury myself again
under the heavy rain
no one even sees
that something dies
inside a shadow
in a neverending rain
Here in the shadowsMe? Just no one really,Here in the shadows in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
full of life.
But I have
seen the dark side too
and I'm here for you
because I still
believe you're true.
Not just mortal beauty
smiles and smiles
but there's something else
something I can't explain.
Sometimes I almost think
you can see me.
I know no one else does
and I don't want them to.
I don't know why
but I want it to be you.
Heart MusicI hear your nameHeart Music in Free Verse More Like This
in the wind
and my heart
maybe you were
just a fairytale
maybe a poem
breathe in the air
that's what you were
and your tunes
you'll never be
gone to me
is written in me
the wind will blow
my tears away
and the music
will never go away
When you moved to HeavenYou left me wondering.When you moved to Heaven in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You left me your light.
You always shone so bright
You left me feelings
to deal with.
All your words
I will always remember.
Your last message
to me was hearts.<3<3
You really meant a lot
to me -
and I guess I meant
something to you.
All the words in the world
when I write of you.
I miss you.
You still mean
the world to me.
And no one can take
that away from me.
SilenceSilence.Silence in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
Self-InflictedSelf-InflictedSelf-Inflicted in Free Verse More Like This
I just hate myself.
I hate the life that I lead.
I hate the things that I've done.
I keep trying to figure out.
Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
No matter how hard I try to evade
And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.
That the problem resides within me
And the answer remains absent.
I am the common dominator.
I am the back stabbing selfish traitor.
It's nothing to do with how I was raised
Or the credentials and intentions of my creators.
We choose our own paths.
We make our own decisions.
It is only us that determine what kind of life we lead.
There may be externa
Short-LivedShort-Lived.Short-Lived in Free Verse More Like This
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.The Super Hero Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.
Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.
Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.
Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.
This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.
Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the pa
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?
BirthBirth.Birth in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Legs and arms primitively jolt in all directions.
Two bodies intertwined via a maternal connection.
Tufts of hair randomly elevated above a glistening scalp.
A speechless room saturated in compassionate but customary doubts.
Squinted eyes adjust to the intrusive artificial light.
An assortment of ardent illustrations vaguely in sight.
A protruding belly with a crimson chord attached.
Conserved in an amniotic egg instinctively waiting to be hatched
Premature shrills depart from a pair of virginal lungs.
A new unsolicited, unwritten autobiography has just begun
To unfold into an eventful and noteworthy tale.
A story of anguish but joyous relationships that set sail
And capsize within the shortest interval of time.
For you to leave this corporeal realm without any sign
Or indication but only theories of what will happen after.
Stout heads occupied with dreams of a fabled and fanciful pasture.
Eternally existing on an alternative astronomical domain.
Hoping that the ones
Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.Domestic Abuse in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.
She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even though she flinches whenever his fists begin clenching.
She is blindly caught up in a relentless and traumatic cyclic system.
How much more will she have to take?
How many more bones does she have to break?
How many times can she label his actions as a harmless mistake?
When will she realise that she does not have to be subjected to her mother's fate?
When will sh
Similar DifferencesSimilar Differences.Similar Differences in Free Verse More Like This
Accept and reject.
Choose and select.
Vote and elect.
Defile and suspect.
Genre and subject.
Gain and object.
Draft and perfect.
Nurture and neglect.
Locate and inject.
Wisdom and intellect.
Create and inspect.
Action and dialect.
Ambiguous and direct.
Receive and deflect.
Invade and infect.
Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy? in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these favourites and feed back gives me an added purpose.
And for that split second when reading them, I feel like I actually deserve this.
That my whole hearted words are not dispensable and worthless.
That maybe I can actually make something of myself.
Give the people something real to purchase from life's obscure shelf.
Give my parents the life that they so justly
Crimson Boulevard!Crimson boulevard creates illusionCrimson Boulevard! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bathed in blood red light
Aberration of short duration
Fleeting moment, throw-up sight.
Be assured you will find trouble
Surrounded by creatures of the night
Cold skin crawls, mouth runs dry
Crimson boulevard a place to die.
Vampires rampant with fangs so white
Dangerous looking, heartless bite
Shadows and phantoms stalk the moon
Morning for them will come too soon
Slowly awake, half remembered dream
Glorious sunrise through window streams
Aberrations fade into wall
Disappointed to find no bite at all.
Man From Space!Infinite universe, silent voiceMan From Space! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Listen with soul, have no choice
Boundaries breaking, outer space
Terra firma not my place.
Alone on bridge, infinity I spy
Amazing even to Vulcan eye
Virgin worlds unsurpassed
Warp speed Scotty, hold on fast.
Vampire Engagement!Now I believe in vampire mythVampire Engagement! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Opinions revised, seismic shift.
Strange encounter the other night
Soft murmer seemed so very right.
What happened next, hard to recall
Strange eyes looked, my downfall.
Cool fingers held trembling hand
Confused emotion in dream land.
Dawn breaks, did not take flight
Look at hand, is this quite right?
Strange but now am wearing ring
Garnet in gold, vampire bling.
United we are in undefined way
Secret ours, what can I say?
Oh! forgot to mention odd looking bite
Under silk scarf, out of sight.
Updated 12th January2014
That Kiss!ParadoxicalThat Kiss! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Drained by vampire kiss
Both dead and alive
Once beloved of bright sunlight
Haunting shadow disappeared.
*Salt Tears*Drowned in flood of tears*Salt Tears* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Salty happiness prevails
Tissues crumpled, wet.
The Gathering!Under cypress tree, when moon is highThe Gathering! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spirits gather, hear collective sigh
Cemetery arisen, short hours of bliss
Dearly departed create ghostly mist.
Nebulous night walkers mean no harm
Our presence detected, they'll raise alarm
Collective reminder of what use to be
Distant past calls, no future they see.
World changed face, so many times
Mounting fear from grave they climb
What is this world? impossibly new
Lost their place how strange the view.
Underworld is now their domain
Time has come and gone, no pain
Dreams don't invade, no tears to weep
Spirits consoled, eternal sleep.
*The Crypt*Vampire crypt, eternal sleep*The Crypt* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Decades pass mold does creep
Where time no longer has a place
Dormant bodies beyond embrace.
Lured to sleep in timeless portal
Ancient ones who are not mortal
Vampire hunter with garnet eye
Showed no mercy, they did die.
Millennium passed they're not missed
Secret lost like morning mist
Crypt is safe, but who knows where?
Dormant fury caught in snare.
*Snow*Crystal illusion*Snow* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Radiant under moonlight
*Night Watch*When all is quiet stand on hill*Night Watch* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Night skies close, with mind just will
Heaven to create wonderous display
Shooting stars wing their way.
With panache they fly and die
Rooted eyes on blue black sky
Specks of light on moonless night
Soothing moment, thoughts take flight.
Three WordsIs it wrong to say, "I love you"Three Words in Free Verse More Like This
Having never known what it truly means
To love another individual, other than myself,
To feel the trickle of insanity
Flood from your flummoxed brain
Out your mouth in a stream of words
That you may regret in five seconds,
Not because they were negative,
But rather due
To the incomplete processing of information
That causes insecurity as to whether it was
Witty, stupid, or outright insane,
And whether in ten second if she will
Still be seated across the table.
Is it so wrong to be unable to imagine
A life that she does not exist
Commingled? That each breath
You long to take after each carefully crafted
Phrasing of words is not simply for me,
But rather just to express a mundane thought.
The idea that life is empty and infinite,
Filled with boundless opportunities
That I do not wish to bother with,
For I know there is one out of the
Infinite possibilities - specifically for me.
Is it really so wrong? I hope not,
But if it is, I long to be wrong
Silence Leaves you WantingI can hear it on the wind,Silence Leaves you Wanting in Free Verse More Like This
it carries my only message,
but when it gets you;
it is only silence.
The silence leaves you wanting,
you wonder what I had to say.
I only wanted to tell you,
I loved you in every way.
My messages upon the wind,
are non-existent to your ear,
but if you come to me,
I will whisper them to you.
Is this love?Do you believe in soulmates;Is this love? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a convoluted question of fate
that unbeknownst to many
is right in front of them.
That any meager attempt at love,
although gratifying and well-meaning,
is still a superfluous accomplishment,
a feeble attempt at intemperance.
Do you believe in love at first sight;
an instantaneous relationship
between their eyes, love locked,
their irises pulsating like their hearts.
That incidence of recognition,
an impossible, however improbable
instance of fate that befalls you
that encompasses you and your verve.
Do you believe in this;
this simple question of destiny
that for so many is so paramount,
is so vital and fundamental.
To them it is like breathing,
for them it is like dying,
but it is nothing but living,
taking the time to live and die.
Do you believe in life;
the one you subsist on now,
for there is no reason for living
if not for a belief in something
Someone to hold onto
in our thoughts and in our minds,
this someone is the
New LoveYou mean so much to me, more than youll ever know.New Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are so many questions and yet so little time to show
What may be hidden somewhere deep inside;
Im afraid of what may happen, if I show this side,
But only time will tell, how this relationship will go,
And then and only then, will we find ourselves just so.
Papa, do not cry...Papa, shed not those tearsPapa, do not cry... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because angels lay in heaven:
watching you push away those dear;
pleads; met with resistance.
You conquer nothing nor strengthen
the bonds you held diligently,
shattered in the wake
of your torrent of negligence.
Papa! I won't stand nor make
excuses for your decomposition,
but do not cry as mama has taken
her leave from your destruction.
Your constant stream of woes
no longer saddens, but suctions
all essence from those
willing to stand by you.
Please do not doze...
Papa, please listen too.
No longer cry your dissatisfaction
as tears shall not do-
Heaven is home, my satisfaction
so let angels lay in heaven
to watch with gratification
as you live in life and strengthen-
Please papa, do not cry and weaken!
Please papa, let your angel lay in heaven-
I'm so vainAll vanity aside, I am a narcissist;I'm so vain in Free Verse More Like This
I don't have an overly large ego,
I do not want everyone to look at me,
I don't want the world to revolve around me
Nor do I believe it should. In all hopes,
The world will continue to spin
On it's tilted axis around the radioactive
Gas ball just out of reach of every toddler's hand
And continue to provide ultraviolet light
To all those proud enough to not carry protection.
I have pride, I do believe I have talent
That someone appreciates what I do,
Whether that is truly talent, I have little hope
That someone will tell me as the comments die,
As the favorites decrease, as the supposedly
Two hundred plus watchers see my vile name,
Maneuver their "mouse" over the little 'x' and
In about as long as it takes for the clock to go tick,
If it did, as all clocks now tend to be digital,
And my work vanishes from their "busy schedule."
No, I am not vain, I simply wish to demonstrate
That for all the supposed love and support
And eager readers I have collecte
This will greatly affectYou have gone,This will greatly affect in Free Verse More Like This
disappeared from sight,
and before you return
it will not
have seen the light,
for I am half
the man you left,
but when you return
he will be gone,
so forget that pessimism,
and remember me,
for I am coming back-
maybe not for you,
but I am coming back
for some reason,
and I hope
to see you too.
Formulaic PoetMeter, mixed with rhyme,Formulaic Poet in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Formal elements plus stress;
Kiss MeKeen set of luscious lips pursed toKiss Me in Free Verse More Like This
Inspire my artists creativity;
Settling on the fall and dip of
Sensuous maw, never mind the way, I,
Muse gaze at you, blowing sweet nothings -
Ever shining, my eyes, with love for you.
WeI am just one, of one billion and three,We in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my country is part of what they call, the
A lone single number, littered
with zeros and Ds,
I am no one,
but part of The One State, under he.
My expression has flat-lined,
and my clothes have grayed,
the world is now full of what they say
An insidious plot to fortify their way,
has left many homes burned
and the banal sky governed.
I wish I was D-503,
Zamyatin warned us with he,
yet our world has no day or night
under The One States might.
Today is numbered; three.
I am just one, of one billion; now minus three.
The Killing SeasonThe killing seasonThe Killing Season in Free Verse More Like This
is upon us again -
our sons gone underground,
our trees become weapons
and the last bloom
of our youth
laid bare by carrion.
In town the men
all ask for cigarettes -
the nicotine on their breath
stalking new prey
as it mingles in the streets
and tries to look
The women wear handkerchiefs
wrapping their heads;
and from the buildings
stream white flags
warning the children
there are vacancies
below the surface.
do not recognize us -
we leave the doors open
while the windows look
and the gardens starve.
But we shall collect wounds
this harvest -
roots trapped in soil,
dry husks in crates
and barrels by the score
to haul to market,
the slender barter
of our dreams
a final afterthought
treading on our tongues.
RetreatI have abandoned battle, savored peaceRetreat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and lost my weapons deep in sacred ground.
I have sought sweet mercy - God's own release
and prayed for his swift justice to abound.
I have walked past the soldiers in the street
and heard their cries run shameless without sound -
the tired, shuffling resonance of feet.
And in the morning's chilled and angry blast,
I recognize the music of retreat
as if I saw the ghosts that knew my past
gathering at the tables for a feast.
Then God allow these thoughts to be my last
for I have hopes my blessings will increase
and the dark symphony of war will cease.
Old MenHe watched the old men gather in the yards,Old Men in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reflecting on their misbegotten youth
as they hunched over checkers and their cards;
and pondered how aesthetics and the truth
were once pursuits left only to the gods
turned out for trade and trickery in sooth.
That knowledge culled and ransomed in their prime
would only serve their memories with time.
The DeserterI've wandered far too long tonight.The Deserter in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm left adrift, the coward's flight -
an outcast from society.
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Stripped of my honor and my name;
accused by all, I bear the blame.
This blasted heath from which I flee -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
The greatest prize for which I strived,
my fellow soldiers gave their lives.
Three white feathers given to me -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Branded guilty, without bail,
handcuffed in irons, cast in gaol-
no longer shall I wander free.
I close my eyes and dream of thee
And after sundown, cut me loose,
an offering to the hangman's noose.
If there's a God, he'll hear my plea -
I close my eyes and dream of thee
MaelstromI smell winterMaelstrom in Free Verse More Like This
in your bloodline,
the thick throttle of crimson
trapping the snow
and the crows' last laugh
stretching out the wires
taut and high over me.
I smell the cold
in the trees
where your face still hangs
caught like antlers,
weed-boned and blank
in the thin sunshine
of a drowning man.
And your kisses
still reek of snow -
frost chewing through my tongue,
cleaving to your smile,
blemished and beaming
in the surly light
left dying under your thumb
caught in my maelstrom.
Cat LadyWhen I grow oldCat Lady in Free Verse More Like This
I will be the crazy cat lady
all the neighbors talk about.
I will dwell
in a house of sycamore
and live off taffy and gin,
and paint my ceilings yellow.
I will dangle carrots
off the clothesline
and only bathe on Sundays.
I will keep 47 cats
(or maybe 63)
and give them names
like Cumberbund and Camembert
and let them sleep in the kitchen sink
where they can dream of midnight raids
on the pantry-
of sardines poached in pepper sauce
and mocking bird and beetle pie
and we will fish off the crumbling pier.
I will tie bells to their tails
to warn the birds
they are invited for a meal
and watch them flying over
their wings a tell tale
sigh of autumn weather.
And at night we will curl
up on the porch
fur bristling under blankets
and October's jumbled moon
to dream of chasing
mice among the rafters.
Girl as Buildingi fell in love with your architectureGirl as Building in Free Verse More Like This
the cross beams of your cartilage
how your tendons knotted over nerves
like girders, holding up your arms
and the supple curve of neck
a room unto itself
the doors and windows of you
and each brick a voice
that resonates my mortar
the simple stairs of your legs
leading me skyward
where shoulders meet like corridors
and I find myself
taking up residence.
Fear of FlyingThe minute he stepped off the planeFear of Flying in Free Verse More Like This
he thought of her and how she hated
flying - how the white metal protruded
and streamlined around her,
anxious to be friends;
how the engine gasped in awe
as it buckled the weight of 234
strangers and kept them from floating
She was afraid of crashing and of caring
what clothes she packed in matching
luggage that would not make it home.
She hated the folding trays,
how they all stood at attention
and the smell of mint souring the stewardess'
breath as she leaned in too far with a pack of
He reminded her that the wings were
sturdy girders, not made of balsa wood and floss
like the ones at the museum and that
the drone was some sort of science -
not some strange addiction
or a scheme of addled magic bumping against the
and that falling always took
the wrong kind of courage.
Night BloomNight Bloom in Free Verse More Like This
Night's friction moves slowly,
grows warm and thick -
running under your skin
and bruising your limbs
that buckle like soft leather
under my fingers
and chafing me
rough and jagged
in all the right places.
I can taste midsummer dreams on your lips,
stung and swollen with quicksilver -
full moons and crescent stars
moon shine in copper jars
and the rich, ripe blaze of nightshade
creeping over your thighs.
And under your hips,
tendrils trap my fingers,
forcing them into your crevices
where you bloom
hot and exotic
TortureSometimes I like to torture wordsTorture in Free Verse More Like This
with obscene acts to nouns and verbs.
I tie them up in sentences
and whip them till they make no sense.
I love the screams of prepositions
while pulling them in odd positions;
and conjunctions make a lovely din
when decapitated by my pen.
I bind the wrists of adjectives
just for the pleasure that it gives
and adverbs leave me hot and bothered
once their meaning is uncovered.
Interjections beg for release
with pronouns trembling on their knees.
And once my fiendish work is done,
you'll find that I have just begun
my scheme to try and make you see
it's not perverse - it's poetry.
Your Lovely Bonesi stole your lovely bones,Your Lovely Bones in Free Verse More Like This
back when january was cold
and my heart was lonely.
i finished it this morning,
along with my chai tea and strawberries,
realized how much i couldn't understand
i'll send it your way, somehow
with thankyous and sorries and hope;
leave your lovely bones on your doorstep
to melt away in the rain.
The White Rabbit in Plum JuiceI don't love you anymore.The White Rabbit in Plum Juice in Free Verse More Like This
No, its not hate either.
I just don't know me anymore.
Fake sprained ankles have morphed
like tree-eating-slug-things blossom
into bloodsucking butterflies,
into early afternoon's glossy curls
perfectly permed and perfumed.
Long days turn into longer nights
I don't love you anymore.
The star-ed and blackened sky
not night but light-bulb sunrises
PAINted on white white white walls
with the magentaredpink pallet of lipsticks
named after a $14 dozen of roses:
Sheba's Double Delights
Dark Wine Maroon
A dreamlike cloud-reality recreated
with happy ending fairy tales reversed
I don't know what this is.
This prince with the mustache-and-blondebrown-shaggy-hair and open arms
In Love with Every Seasondidn't you know,In Love with Every Season in Free Verse More Like This
i fall in love
with every season
each time it
my sister caught a mouse
and put it in a box.
the little mouse
would stare up at me
with its black piercing eyes
and beg to be freed.
it made me realize
how desolate things were.
sometimes i want to take
all my carefully crafted ceramic pots
and explode them against the walls
or on the sidewalk in the garage.
for now they rest on the window
you go on your roof at night;
i can see your silhouette from
where i sit
i don't know what you do up there,
but i want you to invite me too.
didn't you know
i fall in love with each season
every time it passes
i always forget the
ache when it leaves,
and takes you along.
How I'm Afraidif you were still hereHow I'm Afraid in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i'd tell you how i'm afraid
to use the razor.
Your ForgivenessYour Forgiveness in Free Verse More Like This
P L E A S E
take this flower
I'll need your forgiveness
for what I'll do tomorrow
DELICIOUSDELICIOUS in Free Verse More Like This
drowning in every bite
begging for more
cant stop wanting
your imprint of taste
D E L I C I O U S
I'll Keep WritingI feel so creative right nowI'll Keep Writing in Free Verse More Like This
this pen does not want to stop writing
it slides across this paper
like I'm in my roller skates
on the wooden skating rink floor
the words flow like warm water
filling up my bubble bath
what am I doing?
nothing just writing;
is it a bad thing to
express my thoughts?
NOT AT ALL !!!
right now at this very second
as I write this down I think of
what my brain is going through
will it get too crowded or explode
from the over load?
I THINK NOT !!!
I myself may not always fully
understand what it all mean
sometimes I ask; will there ever
be someone that truly understand?...
MAYBE OR MAYBE NOT
it really doesn't matter
I am and will always be me
there are so many different thoughts,dreams,
and questions that run through my brain like the
blood pumping through my heart; twisting, turning,
flipping, spinning and sometimes even knotting up
making it hard to un-tighten like steam forming a
circle around my brain creating a huge ball of fire
Crying Petalsit budded in the gardenCrying Petals in Free Verse More Like This
late May and early June
and was plucked from its tree
knowing well it was too soon
having no thorns yet
for it hadn't fully bloomed
it now withers slowly
with a fading perfume
snatched from its cozy bed
crying with its petals closed
the sad thing of this image
is the tears upon the rose
It's Way Homewhile walking along the shoreIt's Way Home in Free Verse More Like This
she writes a letter in her mind
no words in the world could describe
just what she feels deep inside
her heart refused to stay and wait
it turned into the message
that she wanted to send
will it resist all the cliffs
and sail with the wind
to find it's way home
Seamless At Every Endshe found her smile; the sweetest one she's knownSeamless At Every End in Free Verse More Like This
she heard within her voice; the echo of her own
she felt a spark; that held the longest in her heart
she now feels closeness; within the moments apart
she's filled with wonder at the way her life took this blend
weaving a perfect pattern that is seamless at every end
she believes some things in life are simple and are meant to be
for she found her soul and her hearts own destiny
The K3yimagination is the keyThe K3y in Free Verse More Like This
always at my fingertps
I use it every single day
I'm powered by creativity
and I will not let it stray
imagination is the key
used to express myself
learning and growing
in every step I take
creativity is so powerful
I wont let it go
imagination is the key
unlocking my door of dreams
putting my skills in motion
from my mind to the world
lettin out the creative me
imagination is the key
I hold it with a tight grip
my mind is made up
I will not let anyone
take it from me
Starlightthere's something specialStarlight in Free Verse More Like This
under nature's blanket
as dawn meets dusk
the moon is enchanting
stars to twinkle all about
the light engulfs the darkness
and the gentle breeze blows
enclosing the wisdom within
as Earth spins time together
Faded Reminiscencelearning to flyFaded Reminiscence in Free Verse More Like This
with broken wings
yet have nowhere to soar
piano notes slip and fall
from key to string
the violin cries the
false yet beautiful
sound of love
not many see or
broken and bent
one moment of faded
in a memoir scrapbook
for an empty soul
is nothing but a memory
On The EdgeShe felt the breeze and could smell the salt in the air as it crossed her face. She could see the foamy white waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. She felt the mist off the spraying waters and the moon shown bright up above. The stars were in their mystical patterns over her head but she just wanted to jump in that ragging ocean. She heard little nagging voices telling her to jump into a forever land of lush paradise of kind, loving ,gentle people to leave the cold, unmerciful world behind. "say goodbye to earth's few simple pleasures" the voices said as she walked closer to the edge. Will she awake in the beauty of heaven on in the flames of hell? Will someone find her limp lifeless body, pull her from her peaceful rest breath life back into her earthly temple, and stop her attempt to end her sorrows and pains? Should she run and fly off the cliff or should she dive into eternal peace? "Jump, jump" yelled the voices. She then looked up and saOn The Edge in Free Verse More Like This