Lullaby

Maybe I’ll attach an mp3 once I make it. Do I fall asleep to this? Well, it echoes in my mind.

 

Sing me a lullaby, ease my despair

Notes chiming quietly on the air

Sing me a lullaby, take my pain

Melody falling soft like rain

 

If love is like fire then sorrow like ice

If virtue like tear drops then laughter like vice

Cause heart break’s so easy but mending’s so hard

And life’s gentle touch always leaves us scarred

 

Sing me a lullaby, ease my despair

Notes chiming quietly on the air

Sing me a lullaby, take my pain

Melody falling soft like rain

 

If hate is like dying then joy is like peace

If taking’s like capture then giving’s release

Cause pride is a killer, she’s ruthless with need

Choking apology, not to be freed

 

Sing me a lullaby, ease my despair

Notes chiming quietly on the air

Sing me a lullaby, take my pain

Melody falling soft like rain

 

Yellow Box

There’s a yellow box, trimmed in darkness, with

 

Four birds -

Two doves

One sparrow

One mockingbird

 

A needle

And a thread of fire

Stringing cruelty

 

Olive paper

Creased in fondness

Gifting investment.

 

Minutes from 2am

Draped in tiredness

Sweetened in flattery.

 

Tea and sugar

Tapioca and straws

For makeshift whistlers

 

Taut strings

Warm touches

Sharp critique

 

There’s a yellow box, trimmed with darkness, rolling away.

 

Heart-Ember

This is why my poetry is not worth a crap. ^^

 

 

It’s like treasuring a heart-ember:

Smoldering yet under control.

But no one holds coals to their chest

Without being burned.

 

All it takes is a pinch

Of word-laced gunpowder

Of implication-brand oil

For an irrational-flower to bloom.

 

Emotions like petals unfurl

As fire caresses bleeding hearts.

Everything goes up in smoke

But it doesn’t really matter.

 

Then all of a sudden

The water comes crashing down

Freezing everything where it stands

Cracking like a slap.

 

A new pain of ice – not fire –

Withering petals and turning ashes to sludge

Sluicing away the darkness

Washing away the blood.

 

Leaving once more a heart-ember.

 

 

Tasting

Jealousy tastes like the insecurity

Of a fragile heart

Of a neglected soul.

 

Resentment tastes like the bitterness

Of standards too high

Of failure too low.

 

Hatred tastes like the pain

Of broken promises

Of angry accusations.

 

But forgiveness tastes like the release

Of shattered illusions

Of fractured dreams

And the acceptance of reality.

 

Evaporating Dreams

With suffocating heat

Like boiling water

Rising to the surface

In murky fragments

 

A face, a touch, a phrase

 

Sinking down again

To the depths

Lost but for

 

A face, a touch, a phrase

 

Until all fades to air

And awakens to a reality

With suffocating heat

Like boiling water.

 

Tolerate

Greetings my invisible readers. I actually have something that I wrote for you to read! No, not prose, unfortunantly, although I have some interesting short stories written. I’m waiting to submit them to a contest. This is a poem that was forced out of me, and I suprised myself by writing something not too shabby. I’m not saying it’s super amazing or anything, but for me this is good poetry.

The prompt was just “I wish.” I chose to make it about toleration because it’s something I believe in strongly. In the past couple of years I’ve become more and more aware of how much could be solved if everyone simply had a little more patience towards one another, had a little more tolerance. If everyone put a little time forth in trying to negotiate instead of jumping straight to the conflict. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t do anything about certain situations, but I do believe that if people learned to be more tolerant, than a lot of problems could be avoided all together.

So that’s my spiel.

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I wish everyone would learn to tolerate
Then everyone would cease to burn with hate
If all would learn to accept their difference
Then what would become of arrogance?
If everyone would care and understand
Then no more wars would ravage the land

No more fields, crimson stained
No more accusations, no more blamed
No more battles, no more strife
No more tears shed for broken life
No more flames, consuming all
No more men like wheat shall fall

A glorious world, born anew
Shades of richest green and blue
A vast realm of possibilities
Across the sands, across the seas
But first we must cease to hate
Only then can we tolerate

 

Faith

Bodies can be broken,
and hearts can be shattered.
Souls can be injured,
and spirit can be battered.

But faith? Oh no, Faith NEVER fails

 

When the Sky is Torn

The wings of war, thundering down

Fight of anger, of great renown.

The blood is shed, for life, for pride

Tears of sorrow, ne’r to be dried.

A quick hard strike, don’t stop, just fly,

A War of air, War of the Sky!

 

^^ A poem from an RP of mine. It’s called “When the Sky is Torn“

 

Battle

Thundering hooves, exalted shouts

The enemy comes, drive them out!

Crimson of blood, silver of blade

No time is there, to be afraid

The stinging wound, the burning sun

Slash, parry, stab, slice, dodge, and stun

The arms of death, the breath of life

Long hard battles, unending strife

Thundering hooves! Exalted shouts!

The enemy comes, drive them out!

 

 

-.- hrmph. I don’t like “Slash, parry, stab, slice, dodge, and stun” But there isn’t anything better that rhymes with “sun” or “wound”

 

The Elements of a Story

Earth, Water, Fire, and Sky

The tales of old, mystify.

Light, Metal, Ice, and Mist

Here and there the words shall twist.

Blood, Thunder, Evil, and Mind

What secrets here shall we find?

Pain, Lightning, Blade, and Claw

In this realm there is no law.

Rain, Shadow, Storm, and Sting

Imaginations soaring!

 

 

Happy birthday!