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Sea of GreenWe waded through a sea of green,
Broken up by only pale white, painted lines.
We stared up at the cotton clouds,
With our backs in the grass against the ground,
And wished there were stars in the air.
The sun, low in the skies,
Painted us golden-topaz.
And smiles lit up our eyes
As we passed laughter all around.
We watched as the glowing moon woke up,
And the stars traded shifts with the day;
As the lights came on when the darkness fell,
And the beauty of it stole all our words away.
Cold HandsYou are amiable; inviting.
Your smile is electric.
Your arms are compelling,
And your hands are always warm.
My hands are always cold.
Your voice is alluring,
And the way you laugh
Can always make me smile.
When you're with me,
I can't bear for you to leave.
Your eyes are so tempting,
But my hands are far too cold.
The words that you whisper
Almost make me feel human.
And they make me feel
Safe for a while,
But the moment you're gone,
All the warmth leaves with you,
For my hands are far too cold.
I am reclusive; damaged.
My body is fragile.
My heart is so calloused,
And my eyes are growing dull.
My hands are always cold.
Evolution of a DressIt started with the fabric,
While I still had no design,
And I let the fabric sing to me;
Toyed with its graceful lines.
I could finally draw the basics,
But the details weren't sure.
No matter- I'll start sewing;
Cross bridges when I'm there.
I'd stand there, draped in satin,
While Experience would fly
To cut out pieces at my whimsy,
Work with my changing mind.
While straight-pins line her smile,
With a french curve in her hands,
She refines the sloping edges
That drop from princess seams.
GoneHow many times
Did you tell me that
You were sick of this place?
Well, you won't
Have to tell me anymore,
Because you ran away.
At least we know
That you're alive,
Because you didn't leave
Mud Loves the UngracefulWe were walking through
The out-of-season soccer fields
Overgrown with weeds,
But there were still patches
Where the naked earth
Rain drizzled down,
Misting our eyelashes and hair.
When we came to the bare spots,
They were growing moist.
Our shoes complained,
So we took them off,
And let the mud
Squish between our toes.
Mud loves the ungraceful,
So it drew me in for a hug.
I knew you would laugh,
So I brought you with me.
You rubbed mud on my cheek,
And I drew mud on your nose.
Then you ran your dirty fingers
Through my soaking hair,
And kissed me.
Colors of the LakeOften, words only needed to be written.
Sometimes, words are meant to entertain--
Collections of words
That want to be discovered.
But when you start to see them,
You don't see the letters;
You don't read the language anymore.
You fall gracefully,
And you are submerged
By liquid words
As they rush to slip over your eyes.
You breathe in,
And meaning fills you
Like air should.
When the bottom finds you,
It catapults you to the surface.
You cough and really breathe again,
Only to realize,
You never left the ground.
You know you were in the water,
At least in your dream.
And though that memory never leaves you,
The experience will leave you changed.
You see, you find the words have meaning,
Even if they weren't meant to.
Spoken words tend to puddle
From the ones that fall like rain,
But when sitting there too long,
They mostly vanish all away.
But others, written down,
Become a body very deep
That reflect some people looking
With the colors of the lake.
EmpathyTake deep breaths.
Try to relax.
You aren't hurt,
But you can feel
Your protective shell
Closing up around you.
You still sense
Everything around you,
But it's starting to dull,
As you grow more reclusive.
Empathy certainly has
Your heart keeps racing
Like the car that
Turn in front of him,
But everyone is fine.
It will be alright.
You'll get over it.
Please, stop crying.
PoiseYou said we'd be together then,
But obligations drew you away.
I didn't complain,
Because I understood,
And so I kept my poise.
I know you hadn't meant to,
And I know it's not your fault.
Its just, this leaves me all alone
When another could have stayed,
But I will keep my poise.
If you didn't mean so much to me,
I would have let you go,
But I will roll
With all your punches,
While still keeping my poise.
Once Upon A Time Of SplendourOnce upon a time of splendour
Stood a princess by the shore
Fairer than the stars that sparkle
In the dark of heaven's vault
Wiser than the knowing planets
Pure her soul, without a fault
Bright her beauty like a beacon
Clear and clean and brilliant white
Hair like shadows
Skin like milk
And her eyes of shifting hue
Yet her raiment not of silk
Nor of some yet richer thread
But black as night
And soft as light
The better for her heart to grieve
Wielder of the swords of darkness
Bringer of the perfect light
Pearls of wisdom on her hair
Shadow princess, shining one
Both shield and blade
And bitter joy
She stands upon the ocean's edge
Immortal queen of elven lands
Twin the swords upon her back
Both starfrost and shadowfire
Summer in Winter, storm in calm
Gentle, fierce and beautiful
Walker of the finest thread
Between the light and blackest dread
Faster than the light that speeds
As a comet in the sky
Stronger than a granite anchor
And her heart as soft as snow
Closer than your very breath
I Don't KnowThe smile is gone.
The tears are back
and there's nothing I can do.
Though it won't really come crashing down,
your spirits never seem to be up.
We both know I can't raise them...
all I do is spark a dull flame.
If only I knew what that flame needed
to remain lit.
I know there's something that I can do to help,
but I don't know what it is.
I don't know.
She's lost in a labyrinthShe's lost in a labyrinth,
Searching high and low.
She's looking for answers,
Searching for which way to go.
She's finding her way,
Searching for clues.
She's finally found a life,
Searching for love.
She's not ready to stop going,
Searching for more.
The EdgeBehind her empty smiles
and empty words of vile,
lays a broken-heart.
Ready to depart,
from the loneliness she feels,
with no one there to help heal
the pain she can't seem to find.
She's losing her mind,
and she doesn't know why.
So she looks toward the sky
and makes her prayer
hoping God will be fairer.
"Why do I hate myself," she cries,
as she wipes her eyes.
Then she screams out a curse,
"What could possible go worst?!"
So she spews the rage,
toward the helpless her in the cage.
Just moments away from the edge
of sanity, her final pledge.
Bleeding HeartAfter you left, I bathed in nonsense
The lies, the suffering,
The murmur, the awakening
My heart was overrun by pestilence.
You sit still in your room
Gazing the stars
Dreaming of wars
My heart is bleeding and shall die soon.
Lost in the gold
Bestowed upon by your eyes.
As when I see them I start to shake
My limbs freeze
My thawing heart,
A place like no other,
The cage of souls, of loves, of deadly gases
This toxic kiss,
These poisoned lips
I never touched
Are stirring the same acid in me
The last thing I saw
The last thing I wrote in this poem without ending
Is of me, the poet, dwelling in anguish, laying in hiding
Nonsense, just words
Words upon a paper, black on white
This line refers to her,
And this one to my heart;
A story without an end
In A Forest DarkGliding in sable forests I stalk,
Upon cracking sticks and velvet soil,
I sail onwards under my fearless walk.
Never knowing how lost I have become,
Grasping arms entrap me in their horrendous home.
Wandering in dark woods I muse,
Along rushing streams and chaotic moss,
I'll be given a simple choice but I will refuse.
To continue onwards to the lair of death,
Weeping stares will consume my beastly breath.
Stumbling in black trees I trek,
Across waiting stones and fragile twigs,
I journey further until I reach a ghostly wreck.
In an oasis of green flourishing in a placid scene,
Studying acutely it's image of an object obscene.
Yes Mother, everything's fine.
It's easier to stay silent,
And let the world pass you by,
(You only have to smile and nod -
No more pointless lies.)
You're not playing their foolhardy games,
Won't pretend there's nothing wrong.
You know that the neighbours can hear,
(You've known all along.)
You can starve yourself,
And cut your wrists,
But what it comes down to,
Is a battle of wits.
Oh yes Mother,
(It was just the world,
Passing me by...)
The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.
To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.
To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
Rude awakening.Glass half empty and glass half full,
Everyday I feel the pull,
And so I ask, where did you go?
Please oh please, just let me know,
I never thought I'd see you leave,
But as it happened, we all grieved.
An Autumn leaf fallen to the dirt,
Now to become one with the earth,
Like the stars shining in the night,
In my heart, you twinkle bright,
A glass vase, I was shattered,
In an instant, you were all that mattered.
As I carry on, you'll stay with me,
I hope you know what you meant to me,
My childhood you helped to define,
Now everything is out of line,
A million tears shed for you,
Oh, I will never forget you.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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