GreyIt is the calm before sudden storms,Grey in Free Verse More Like This
when nothing is cold,
and nothing is warm. is the light on cloudy days,
and the figures in a foggy haze.
It is smooth stones,
and rough old dusty bones.
A tear, a sigh,
a questioning “why?”
It is pipe music in empty halls,
regretful notes ringing off hard granite walls.
It is the taste of stale air,
the way the wind tosses long lovely hair.
It is the sound of softly closing doors,
of feet fast falling to the floor.
It is the feeling of fading away,
abandonment, but without the change.
It is in a child's sigh,
and in the gaze of old, stern eyes.
It is marble, polished and white,
but specked with black that makes it bright.
It is peace,
in its quietest form,
the path of dreams
forgotten by morn.
Think of long shadows,
And things lost far away,
If none of these,
Could wander astray,
in a shifting, tilting coat
Embers"How are you?"Embers in Free Verse More Like This
"You have a good day?"
falling like embers,
"Do you ever have fun?"
"All the time."
but burning to the touch,
"You never smile."
"Of course I smile!"
then flickering out,
"Are you keeping up?"
"I never fell behind."
but soon they build up,
"Did you sleep well?"
swarming like fireflies,
"You look tired."
turn into flames,
"Are you sick?"
taking your clothes,
"Something on your mind?"
the flesh underneath,
"You wanted to talk?"
"It's not important."
"You've been acting distant lately."
"Sorry, I've been busy."
"You missed a class."
"Must have been a mistake in attendance."
"We're worried about you."
"You need help."
WaitingI wish I had the willWaiting in Free Verse More Like This
to cut away the clinging fog:
to light a candle to scare away the dark.
I want the hope
to let me open up my stinging eyes.
I want the strength
to sing around and over the haunting cries.
The knife lays dull in my hands,
the matches by my feet,
and though they burn like coals and ash
my eyes can surely see.
The ringing screams that fill my ears
pour out my mouth in kind,
but though they've rotted out my heart,
a song lies in my mind.
I could be the hero of my own lonely tale,
I could still steal myself away on a horse pure and white.
But I am failing and forgetting,
aching to the seams.
So I will only sit here in the dark
Chalk Markingsyou're cryingChalk Markings in Free Verse More Like This
and as your tears drip down your cheeks
and turn the ground to dark,
how could you never wonder
if it was correlation
if the tears made it all
so now you're stuck inside your head
narrating your only dreams.
the endless broken melody
keep you awake
there is nothing here
to pin you down
so fly away
and find peace
where everything is broken
and you can blend in among the loss.
the pressure's building up inside,
and you need to find a way
to let it seep out on the floor
before it tears you apart.
but, at least you know yourself:
you see what can be seen.
though other people lean on each other
all you need is a tree.
and as you sit on broken glass
you come to terms with you
and remember what you've hidden inside
you have always been
Tidal WaveI think it was the telephone callsTidal Wave in Free Verse More Like This
that killed her in the end.
The aftershocks of action,
of what she’d done and said.
She hid away from souls and eyes,
she turned around and fled.
But ears are always listening
and words want to be said.
And so the ringing filled her ears,
and seeped into her dreams.
They echoed round the empty house,
scaring away hope of peace.
It’s amazing how blissful ignorance is:
how much we want to forget.
But the worst thing of all is
it’s our nature to regret.
She ran into the forest
where the songs could never come.
Still, despite the distance
it’s deathly hard to find
a place were you are sheltered
from the voices you find inside.
Try Again"Your life's such a..."Try Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Light in DarknessThere will always beThe Light in Darkness in Free Verse More Like This
But there will always be a light
no matter how small
to look to.
We just have to believe it's there.
Our light has a name.
Dear WorldDear World,Dear World in Free Verse More Like This
of those names you call me,
how you put me down,
and the pain you give.
It's not fair?
Why focus on me?
I guess it's better this way,
you hurt me, rather than the people I care about.
But, I suppose it doesn't bother you one bit.
I hurts that I'm broken, scarred, and useless.
But I'm tired now.
I have said what I needed to.
I have shed my last tear.
I will soon take my last breath.
You made me who I am, World.
I hope you're happy.
Alone, Never AgainAloneAlone, Never Again in Free Verse More Like This
Wandering through the fog
with no light
I see a glow
Far away, faint
but it comes closer
and, holding the light, I see,
Love is LoveLove is Love.Love is Love in Free Verse More Like This
Love will always be Love.
No matter who it is.
Boy and Boy
Girl and Girl
Boy and Girl.
Love is Love.
Love will always be Love.
Why can't people just accept it?
Love is Love.
Love will always be Love.
And that's the way it should be.
My Scars from LifeI feel the scarsMy Scars from Life in Free Verse More Like This
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
Writing the UnwrittenA blank page stares at me,Writing the Unwritten in Free Verse More Like This
waiting to be written on.
But my mind is blank.
There's nothing to write.
No, there's always something to write.
Just have to find the inspiration.
and still nothing comes to mind.
Finally, I pick up my pen and write.
I found my inspiration.
I'm writing the unwritten.
Trapped Within MyselfHelp meTrapped Within Myself in Free Verse More Like This
in hopes, dreams, expectations
in fears, doubts, and loss
Someone help me
Set me free
I can't do it by myself
Snow DaySnowflakes fall and flutter downSnow Day in Concrete Poetry More Like This
dancing before they hit the ground.
What to do, the children know.
They'll make a person out of snow!
Rolling snowballs is how they'll start.
When they're finished, it's a work of art.
Morning and afternoon they play
for nature sent them a snow day.
My Girl In RomeI grew up with this girl,My Girl In Rome in Free Verse More Like This
a long time ago.
My heart still aches when I think of her.
Her beautiful smile.
I miss them all.
She has curly brown hair
and sparkling amber eyes.
There is no other finer girl,
in all of Italy.
When we were children,
oh, such foolish children,
we had plans for a future together.
Then came the war
and I had to leave.
I was to protect my country.
I was to protect its citizens.
I was to protect her.
Before I went,
I gave her my first kiss
and the promise I would soon return.
She gave me hope throughout the war.
But things were soon growing tense.
I'm in a foreign land.
Now I lay here,
I'll never see her again.
If you ever see my girl in Rome,
tell her I love her
and tell her
When Winter Melts AwayA sprout finally pushes upWhen Winter Melts Away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from the surrounding earth.
Other plants begin to bloom
as nature starts to wake.
I hear baby birds now singing
and laughter full of mirth.
And as Winter finally melts away,
the joys of Spring, I'll take.
Kings and Bishops (The List): Chapter 11Kings and Bishops (The List): Chapter 11 in General Fiction More Like This
…A month and nineteen days.
I tried not to think about it, I really did, but it just didn’t want to leave my mind. I tried to keep my brain occupied with other things, but this thought was like a parasite – once planted there, it wouldn’t disappear. Even the time I spent thinking of different stuff, this evil little thought, this fucking parasite would just hide in the dark corner of my head, barely visible, but I still knew it was there. It just wouldn’t stop bothering me.
At night, when the doubts and the shadows surrounded me, it would always come back, bringing all those flashbacks and nightmares along. I kept stubbornly fighting with the insomnia, but I was losing the war against it.
Sometimes, when Vic woke up to find out I’m awake as well, he’d come to me and slip into my bed, without saying anything, and just hug me and sing me to sleep. At first it used to bother me a little – it felt strange and somehow wrong, bu