Water Works. [Poem]
Waves that crash upon the shore, have never felt regret I'm sure. They drown the hopes and dreams of all the people in between. With vengeance they attack our walls, forcing us to flee. While Mother Nature's children roam, faces filled with...
Twisting Winds: New Reality
Twisting Winds: New Reality Bane groaned softly as he slowly regained consciousness. Hell, it hurt to do even that! Next thing he noticed was the scent of a forest greeting his nose. He inhaled deeply, taking in his surroundings. Peeking through his...
To Touch the Sky
To Touch The Sky The walls of my home surround me, sheltering and warm. I do not want to leave, but the cry of creation pulls me forth. With tender lips, I kiss the cool air outside, shivering as it flows along my unprotected skin. Crisp, cold,...
Poem #40: The Leaves
_The Leaves_ The leaves are damp, but not cold; They feel as if they have been run Under luke warm tap water. The smell of dew upon grass Is found, like upon the morn. They curl as a paper in fire, Only slower. They are dirty and stained, like...
The Forest
As darkness falls so do I With its cold hands It surrounds me The only thing Keeping them away From tooth and fang Is the fire That burns even In rain As you see with the naked eye You could blink and die With all its beauty And...
parasite vine
Green vine's grow. Beutiful they may seem but parasite's they are. They climb upon other's and break them away. Slowly overtakeing and killing them away. They lie with there charm they lie with there look's. So harmless you say look a little depper and...
A dream begins
Dream's are light. In and out. second's past without much gain now. world's crash with a frighting scream. Love begin's and swirls inside of me. All around in and out. I see a sky of dirty red and black. Full of pain and agony. The world begin's once...
Have You Ever Stopped To Listen?
* * * Have you ever just sat still and appreciated the beauty of nature? Have you seen the sunlight dance across the water like diamonds? Sat and watched an eagle skim across the waves to grab its next meal? Walked past a field and paused a...
Place of the heart
My heart has a place that it calls home. A room that the blues skies are that rules the ceiling. Where the floor is green, green, grass. The walls are fruit trees bearing their sweet, sweet, fruit. This is the place of my heart and soul. May my heart's...
Thing Born of Blood
_I know, I know, it's not a story, it's a poem I wrote many many years ago. But I think you all might enjoy it. I wrote it for English class after reading and watching Seabiscuit. I had the best poem in class. Anyways, here's a poem. It's really...
Nature's Sober Man
So in a literature class of mine, I had to read a bit of Emily Dickenson, one of the great poets during the Civil War era. It just so happens that In lieu of a 1-pager explaining her, we could make a poem in her style instead. This made for...
Nature (XV)
The private moments spent together Are precious like beautiful weather Every gentle brush of your fingers Feels like a quiet wind that lingers Over the green field of grass and sun Where you and I discovered our fun Across the beaches of colorful...