Sonnet I: Rainbow Boy by AirplaneZ900andNine, literature
Literature
Sonnet I: Rainbow Boy
Rapture --'tis nothing compared to seeing
Sharp beauty by shiploads in you alone
I try to catch a glimpse of you walking
Every stride measured, every white light shone
Creeping externally from your brown skin
You turn your face here, and then there, skyward-
Then down to the earth where you'll ne'er be!
Your black hair afloat, your vague smile akin
To that of a cunning, poetic bard
Passionate, aging yet staying easy
Your young and ancient eyes scanning old streets
I have immortalized you can't you see?!
I wish I can tell you next time we meet
Passing boat, rainbow boy, will you love me?
I don't have the soul of a poet by AirplaneZ900andNine, literature
Literature
I don't have the soul of a poet
Maybe I don't have the
soul of a poet
I cannot dissect your
speech and gather
all the stars
and burning comets
and lifeless planets
In there to form a
galaxy &
dedicate it
to your sophistry
And I cannot
send you love notes
that smell like
roses and red wine
I cannot define !
The tilt of your
face when you think,
Your arching eyebrows'
fashion
Nor the glamour of
your sparkling eyes
Much more,
How can I write
about them all?
And make words
glide and frolic
gracefully like
a ballet dancer?
Perhaps a
figure skater on
a rink?
I am not a
poet!
I cannot weave
your dreams
and make them
seem
real in my rhymes
& figurative language
Nor can I sho
Let us meet once more in another lifetime
Where your eyes are a shade lighter and I dyed my hair bronze
because I didn't like perpetual blue and persian indigo
You'll teach me to make fire with water
and I'll show you mind-reading and telephathy
scholars lost in the labyrinth
of intellectual love affair,
a tandem treks heading nowhere
I'll know you by your constant unhappiness
and you'll need no identifiers
but the random capitalization in my grocery lists
because, galaxy to galaxy, some things don't change
“It's unfair for words in the middle of sentences” I'll say
You'll roll your eyes, charming nymphs with that smile
And we'll
Sonnet I: Rainbow Boy by AirplaneZ900andNine, literature
Literature
Sonnet I: Rainbow Boy
Rapture --'tis nothing compared to seeing
Sharp beauty by shiploads in you alone
I try to catch a glimpse of you walking
Every stride measured, every white light shone
Creeping externally from your brown skin
You turn your face here, and then there, skyward-
Then down to the earth where you'll ne'er be!
Your black hair afloat, your vague smile akin
To that of a cunning, poetic bard
Passionate, aging yet staying easy
Your young and ancient eyes scanning old streets
I have immortalized you can't you see?!
I wish I can tell you next time we meet
Passing boat, rainbow boy, will you love me?
I don't have the soul of a poet by AirplaneZ900andNine, literature
Literature
I don't have the soul of a poet
Maybe I don't have the
soul of a poet
I cannot dissect your
speech and gather
all the stars
and burning comets
and lifeless planets
In there to form a
galaxy &
dedicate it
to your sophistry
And I cannot
send you love notes
that smell like
roses and red wine
I cannot define !
The tilt of your
face when you think,
Your arching eyebrows'
fashion
Nor the glamour of
your sparkling eyes
Much more,
How can I write
about them all?
And make words
glide and frolic
gracefully like
a ballet dancer?
Perhaps a
figure skater on
a rink?
I am not a
poet!
I cannot weave
your dreams
and make them
seem
real in my rhymes
& figurative language
Nor can I sho
Trash 3 (cicatrice) by King-ofTrash-poetry, literature
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Trash 3 (cicatrice)
Sadness. You are a lonely
Rowboat swimming on my unbridled sea
Wanderer, I am wondering
Will death set me free
From your insatiable craving
To acquire my sodality?
Or are you an omnipresent ghost
Sewing traps to trap me in?
If so, I am already half lost
In your labyrinthine schemes
Sadness, against you I'm guileless
A little child, no more no less
You are as ancient as the wind
As old as human emotion
As treachery and sin
You who are unafraid of oblivion
Leave me in my devotion
To the search of meaning
In my weightless existence
Lest, my whole life will be skimming
In between recovering after daily traumas
And dying after car-crash coma
Organic Temple by LadyOfTheWrittenWord, literature
Literature
Organic Temple
You are
DJ’ing on my liver,
Ice skating across my lungs,
Raving all night long in my cerebral cortex,
And praying in each of my spinal columns for one more day.
You are
Whistling "the Wedding March" through the gaps in my ribcage,
Reading "An Imperial Affliction" repeatedly in my aortic valve,
Sleeping fitfully entwined in my left retina,
And carving my windpipe into the most intricate totem of remembrance.
A mausoleum;
A shrine to interrupted orgasms,
And unfinished nightmares.
You are
Stumbling blindly with my femur as your walking stick,
Counting all my taste buds with your tobacco-flavored tongue,
Reminiscing in my bladder,
But
I live in a city where we see angels
Heavenly wings fly with their deceptive veils
These righteous prophets and wise sages
Keep these fools in their grand palaces
I give back this borrowed life to the host
Slowly I walk as a wandering ghost
My days pass by like fleeting seconds
And my hours are controlled by frightful hands
I said to myself, "Is this what life ought to be?"
Deep inside screams, living in illusion I rather be
My dreams are vainly shattered
For they are not patterned by the vision pictured
Why am I like a puppet tossed and kicked?
My emotions I shouldn't rather speak
There's the fearful court of judgment
Frightening to our b
She walked in the light
And the light walked through her
She was a brilliant mind
Filled with great things
A strong spiritual soul
And G-d loved her
But she found peace
In stars and silence alone.
Nothing else
For the world was dark, and ugly.
She was a dreamer, too
For in dreams only, she was free
She made herself an eagle
When she already had enough
So she went on...
She saw life
On the outside
For the first time
She toured places
In wonder
Knowing, and living.
She learned, she hurt,
she bled,
she stood.
She became a legend
Writ on the pages of history
She became Psyche
Living different lifetimes.
She became a spirit,
A
To Let Go of Hope (2) by xfuture-boundx, literature
Literature
To Let Go of Hope (2)
Original
I shake my head,
To clear my mind,
Of fearsome thoughts,
And corrupting lies.
It doesn't help,
To mend the hurt,
Brought by mistakes,
Uncovered from dirt.
To feel like this:
Like I'm falling,
Down an endless abyss...
I do not think,
That anyone,
Could save me now.
~~~
I brush the dust,
Off of my hands,
And say goodbye,
To my old plans.
I keep walking,
Down this path,
And try to hide,
From others' wraths.
To feel like this:
Like I'm falling,
And I'm not to be missed.
I cannot see,
How anyone,
Could save me now.
~~~
I try so hard,
Just to forget,
The lies I've said,
And the harmful threats.
Awhile back,
I almost turned,
Took t
Are promises meant to be broken?
That you'll leave me here all beaten?
With wounds that leave scars?
I rouse you from the darkness
I freed you from your nightmares!
And even turned it to happiness.
How dare you scatter our secrets
kept by promises. .
I tried to seize his heart
but all I got was pain.
I promise I'd avenge myself
but how can I do it with my stupidity?
I still loved him for who he is
but then he left me again for all that is
I cried for help
but he never heard.
Still, I loved him
though he never did
I don't have the soul of a poet by AirplaneZ900andNine, literature
Literature
I don't have the soul of a poet
Maybe I don't have the
soul of a poet
I cannot dissect your
speech and gather
all the stars
and burning comets
and lifeless planets
In there to form a
galaxy &
dedicate it
to your sophistry
And I cannot
send you love notes
that smell like
roses and red wine
I cannot define !
The tilt of your
face when you think,
Your arching eyebrows'
fashion
Nor the glamour of
your sparkling eyes
Much more,
How can I write
about them all?
And make words
glide and frolic
gracefully like
a ballet dancer?
Perhaps a
figure skater on
a rink?
I am not a
poet!
I cannot weave
your dreams
and make them
seem
real in my rhymes
& figurative language
Nor can I sho
I'm a student pilot at fourteen. Whenever I'm not flying or attending classes, I read, write ( when something comes in my head), fool around, play (table tennis,soccer, chess or computer games) I'm not really polite though I try to be. It's just that I have this kind of selective mutism. To sum up, I'm not generally a pleasant person but I could be good often. What I mean is that I have flaws. I offend people time after time. But right now, I'm on a quest of making myself a better individual.
Favourite Visual Artist
MIchelangelo, VIncent Van Gogh, Leonardo da Vinci
Favourite Movies
Those Magnificent Men In Their Flying Machines,Matrix, Top Gun,
Favourite TV Shows
Terra Nova
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tom Odell
Favourite Books
The Catcher In the Rye,The Templar Salvation,Gone With The Wind,The da Vinci Code
Favourite Writers
Rick Riordan, Dan Brown,William Shakespeare, John Green,
the last time I cured a hangover with bananas, my granma was still alive. It was a crazy noon at home. And it was summer I guess?? uhhm, yeah, so yeah. I made this crooked way there to her house to ask for one and then that usual generosity she was blessed with, she gave me five and told me to bring some more for my siblings. I pretended that I was all so fine and everything's cool. Just fine and dandy.(so she wont notice that I was one hell uva mess) God, now that I'm reminiscing that moment, here in this same house, inside this same body I have..Well, uhmm, maybe I'm a couple inch taller and 2 lb heavier, but yeah, I'm still that gal. But '