Jun 19

Rain -a confused metaphor

rain is a poet's muse
not any rain but
a cold rain that drips over the stars
a rain that threatens to push away reality for just one second 
and show you another world.
a secret rain for someone to hide in their pocket
and twirl in when nobody's watching.
rain makes you imagine if this crazy life is real
it is sad with you
and happy for you.
sometimes rain drips into your fading rubber boots
until it topples over the edge
and other times the droplets are a million audience members
for you to take pleasure in
and share with.
Everytime it pours
a raindrop falls for every person on this planet.
We brush aside the rain with our machines
just like we do to those who we think less of.
But all that aside
let me ask you this
rain hurts you sometimes
but doesn't everything?
and how much rain can you afford to lose?
 
Jun 15

Crimes of the lonely

She once stepped too close to the sun
Now she breathes fire into the ocean
And the tempest dances
She once danced in the stars 
But her feet became cut 
And bled from her prances.
She once enhaled the rain
Letting it cool her words
But sometimes water can’t put out a fire
She once loved to much
Pretended she was free
And was burned by desire.
She once spread her wings
Leaped
And wished to fly
She once had a friend 
Who loved her
But she made her hold up her sky.
Jun 13

Moonlight

Jun 12
poem 0 comments challenge: Ferocity

Thunderstorm

A night
Struck from the sky
By a torrent of thunder
Cold light invading your house
As it crashes through your trembling windows
And illunminates your fearful figure for seconds
Before darkness reigns again.
Breathless moments counting
Waiting for the low rumble of thunder
Follwed by the splashing rain
Drizzling itself over the earth
A crash
A strike of light
A drop of rain
Then
Silence

 
Jun 09
poem 2 comments challenge: Junk

Dreams

I hold onto my dreams
Like they'll melt into frozen snow
Because my hands are the only things keeping them from you.
You think there pointless
That I should hide myself
In the deepest of forests
And the darkest of oceans.
Put on a mask
And be manufactured by this world
Hammered into place.
But you cannot fit a square peg into a round hole.
I will never throw my dreams away.
I will tuck them away between music notes
And messy scrawl
Until we are ready to fly free



 
Jun 07

Poets

Inspired by the Moonlight Sonata


Imagine a future
Full of bright blinking eyes
Gazing at a new unforgiving world
Broken hearts are
Left to melt on the concrete
Dreams flying like doves from the windows.
Chaos is paused for a single second
Like
A giant intake of breath
Touch the cold metal of emotion
Let it burn you
And soak deep into your skin
Crystal tears leaking from
saddened eyes
Piano fighting against the storm
A perfect dischord of melody
Ebony and ivory clashing swords
One moment in time to remember
Remember the hurt in this world
Remember the people fallen from hate
Remember the poets the ones set to change the world
Words spilling from our blood into cracks on the sidewalk
Heads silent
Eyes open wide
They are searching for a reality that has disappeared
We just find a new way to think.
 
Jun 03

Waldorf School Days

kindergarten had the smells
of food dusted in the air
so pungently that if you stuck your tongue out
you could taste the bread baking.

first grade smelled
like chalk dust and new beginnings
and new crayons
that smeared marks onto crisp sheets of paper

second grade hung with the odors
of twenty opinionated kids
and teachers disapproving glances
at my pencil grip

third grade had an aroma like
the sound your heart makes
with a stringed instrument
and mud puddles
from rainy days at the farm

fourth grade scents
were uncertainty
and change filled the air
like a mist on a summer's morning.

fifth grade had a trace
of a spring flower
Short, sweet
and new 
but slightly bittersweet.

sixth grade's fragrance
was that of a sharp knife
and the discoveries of
new freedoms
and friends.
Jun 02

You are Loved

Jun 02

Ocean Night

Tonight all I wish is a tall ship
With the wind in my hair and the sails
My heart beats with the rolling waves
As I lean, laughing over the rails.

Tonight all I wish is a tall ship
And a tune on the lips of the sky
A canvas of stars takes my breath away
My wings are spread, I fly.

Tonight all I wish is a tall ship
And friends teaching me the boat's motion
But soon we will all go our own ways.
And I'll be alone with my ocean.

 
May 27

Learn to Fly

This is a song that I wrote to a ukulele piece that my stepbrother (Username: Dubz) made up. Would love suggustions for improvement as this is the first song (besides the Maria Antonia Rap ;) that I have ever wrote.

Which way am I wandering
Dreams have led me here before
Breeze brushing teary cheeks
I close my eyes and wish to soar

Do I dare to ask the questions
The answer I'm afraid to know
Find the seed of peace 
And let it grow.

I'm waking up
My heart is free
I'm no houdini
But chains can't hold me
Hands reaching for a splintered sky
Wings torn and broken
I learn to fly.

Watch the seasons slowly falter
Rainy days and starry nights
Sun dripping like a ripe mango
Grab my hands and take flight.

Scared of darkness and of shadows
Reflecting on a shrouded past

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