GazeHands reach for each others chest,Gaze in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
fingers gently entwined.
Hearts by gentle beats defined,
soft palms, come together,
to form a nest.
Rise and fall
with each and every breath,
shallow and of peace bereft.
In a heave of calmness, let yourself go,
let comfort assume control.
Feel my pulse within yours,
feel my breath fill you, head to toe.
Converge in me and I converge in you.
Linked together and in synch,
feel our emotions rise and fall.
Gaze with me into the eye,
let yourself slip inside.
Breathe in through my thoughts,
breathe out with your pure desire.
Let yourself slip inside this fire.
SanctuaryIn a land of pale peaceSanctuary in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and shining beauty
I raise my head
to bask in its purity.
I see these branches, surrounding,
rooting in my mind
These leaves, falling
my own stars bening.
A place I can never forsake,
a sanctuary I can never forget,
yet this path, constantly retraced
as I return, filled with regret.
My tainted soul makes its retreat
through this road faint and unknown.
Cleansing itself as I breathe,
inhaling the aura of its home.
For these trees, surrounding,
are birth and creation.
And these leaves, falling,
are love in manifestation.
Let my soul take
the shape of seasons.
The sacred colours
of souls in trillions.
Let me burn
in the fiery passion
of your summer haze.
Let me blaze up
to red in the love
of your autumn embrace.
Give me your sacred rest
in the snow of easy end.
And retrace me in the green,
in the stars where it all began.
The Girl Behind The MaskThe Girl Behind The Mask in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Behind every line I with my shaking hands scramble down on the paper
Behind every tear that slowly roll down my red cheeks
Behind every slow step I take on this lonely wandering
Behind every heavy breath my lungs struggle to take
Behind this mask Im trying y hardest to wear
Is all the tears you will never see
All the screams you will never hear
All the problems that you cant solve
Radioactive Snowflakes Oh boy, boy, boyRadioactive Snowflakes in Free Verse More Like This
For the last shall be,
and that arctic disposition will melt away in time
written on a hearth rug, read it and then
turn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM
"Oh boy, boy, boy
Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat,
bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"
For the last shall be,
when fractals free fall from the sky
thickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time
measured it all in half-life
Oh boy, boy boy
Rain Of FateRain Of Fate in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Fate
The proud flags were torn away
When warfare came
Burning buildings collapsed
Just like the nations which used to stand
We're no longer united
Because we're consumed by fighting
Quarreling over desires / selfishness is earned
Money sets lives on fire / morals are governed
Humanity conquered this gift of nature
Because we were given this curse of failure
Just our simple touch turns beauty into torture
And we won't stop, until we get more and more
The sins of our fathers
The prayers of our mothers
The tears of our sisters
The blood of our brothers
A man-made cycle of life and death
Believing in religion; and abiding by justice
Living a life of crime, and an unmatched wickedness
Made-up answers to made-up questions is all we will get
The last living tree burned
Pity among Mother Earth mourned
The dark clouds shed tear drops of forgotten affection
While we only care about our selves, when the planet needs compassion
The dire cries for help needs to be heard
i) Wanderlusti),i) Wanderlust in Short Stories More Like This
The first time I met the girl who started a revolution the sky was throwing down so much rain it felt like we were underwater. It was hard to breathe; and maybe that was because of all the rain, but probably it was because I looked at her face, under this dark red hood, and inside I was a story with all these feelings I could never say. I guess those feelings could only ever become words on paper - words in ink - not the kind I could ever speak aloud to anybody, if only because I couldn't bear for a person to see the look on my face while I remembered. Despite how good it felt - so hopeful, so desperately happy for what it was and could become - at the same time it was drowning in this sea, like the sky that day, for the way that everything else wasn't. And I said, what's your name?
At first we called her August when I brought her back to Jack's flat, which his parents paid for mostly, and which we used for getting high, mostly. She curled up in the armchair and rarely left it from