GriefGriefGrief by haphazardmelody
until they pull
taut over the trigger. They panic, they
slip. You restrain memory to nightmare
and build castles
reach you; your
gouges words. You sweep the splinters away.
Patchwork WingsI am patchworkingPatchwork Wings by haphazardmelody
your gossamer wings
back to blood and glass,
while you scrape palms
to lungs that choke
against a bone cage.
The world keeps breathing
without you, and you
shut your eyes tightly
because it makes you dizzy.
Dizzy is how your legs
trip down the asphalt;
dizzy is how your eyes
drown to sleep; dizzy
is how your chest
through your limbs. I am
patchworking your gossamer wings
back to blood and glass,
but silk always tears.
WillYou may thinkWill by haphazardmelody
I assure you,
it is but bruised.
Your rose petals
will bleach red
back to pink;
will sing red
back to blue.
That must be
why your will
is so strong.
(And you love me anyway)I trap secrets(And you love me anyway) by haphazardmelody
behind onyx teeth,
creasing my wrists
with your melody.
You spill truths
from incandescent fingers,
rejoicing (lamenting) companionship
through chrome power lines.
We swap batteries and candles,
hoping we light each others' ways
while still stumbling along our own.
I get too trapped
by my life's natural disasters
to remember to celebrate
the close-earned commodities
that spill into yours.
(I want to take this moment
for the thoughts that rot to frustration
on my tongue, but this should be
about both you and me.)
I want to cradle your dreams
in my palms, the way you steady
my fears in yours. But I bleed your heart
with my (self) hate, and a deeper connection
drowns in the eddies.
Will we get there? Time
is unmoldable, and it marches on
whether we (I) prepare or not.
But you make me forget it,
if only for a Skype 3 a.m. hour.
GluttonHis caramel covered fingers caress my coffee skinGlutton by UntamedUnwanted
An epiphany aged in its own beautiful winery,
A honeyed breath drawn in a moment so heated,
Its oven like intensity roasting any kind of chastity.
Irreverently juicy, pleasingly sinful,
Succulently divine in its every form
Lovemaking at its most beautiful
Moans that echo sheer gluttony.
I never knew passion was edible,
nor lust so delicious in its impassioned call
Until he showed me why chocolate
is the most deadly sin of them all.
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession by UntamedUnwanted
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
Cinnamon Souls"You're mixing water in your coke again."Cinnamon Souls by UntamedUnwanted
"You do that when you worry."
"I'm always worried."
"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."
"What are you worried about?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"
"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."
"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."
"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."
"Sure. He will be tall, so I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He will be kind so I can tell him anything without fearing him judging me. He will be strong so he can carry me when I fall."
"Wow. Sounds like you have this figured out. I guess we all have some idea about what our soulmate should be like."
"You know what yours will be like then?"
"No, I'm talking to the li
City of LightYou are my city.City of Light by UntamedUnwanted
Your eyes are the gates,
Your soul is my transport
Your veins the roads I must travel.
You should never ever be afraid
of my knowing you too well.
Or of my being too close to you.
Can you ever,
Even after living your whole life in it,
Know a city too well?
The Writer's Smile ProjectWhat exactly is S.M.I.L.E? This positive, ongoing project was created by the lovely Naktarra and is meant to inspire and uplift others. It stands for: “Similar Minds Emit Loud Energy” – and that is our goal: to submit as much radiant, loving energy as we can within our community and to make a difference.
Have You Made Someone Smile Today?
“No matter if you're feeling a bit down or if you're feeling content I want everyone to be able to smile here on DeviantART. The thing is, I'm one person and one person doesn't have a whole lot of power unless there are other persons to back what that one person wants to do. S.M.I.L.E is a project which will spread the love in the DeviantART community with the help of artists, volunteers and people who just want to be a good guy. It doesn't matter who you are--we're all a name and an icon with something to be shared and there's no point n
WinteroftheSoul challenges artists--not to push themselves farther, necessarily, but to understand and face with head held high the daunting feeling that accompanies an artistic blockage. Being an artist is scary at times--wild ideas hit out of nowhere, your fingers itch for a pencil at the MOST inconvenient times, and the mess--don't EVEN think about the mess! But being an artist means getting past this, knowing art is your passion, and going for it...and that means, as this haiku by WinteroftheSoul so astutely deduces, being an artist even when it's difficult. Face the blockage head-on! You'll get through it.-- TwilightPoetess
In my mind, everystupidstar has a serious knack for two things: imagery and speaking to the human condition. Both of these are most definitely accomplished in her recycled haiku. I think the best way to describe this piece are in her own words: "I think that people are a bit like magpies in that they hold onto things when they can no longer hold onto each other." If you have never checked out her work, please do so! You will get lost in the imagery, get lost in the observations on human nature, and you most definitely will not be disappointed.-- haphazardmelody
This haiku beautifully and aptly captures, through snapshot-like imagery, the nostalgia for times of innocence and wonder expressed in its parent poem and is one that, doubtless, many will relate to..</blockquote-- hopeburnsblue
i plucked a feather from a sleeping angel's wing 2plumes fell from azure.
- divine verification:
dreamers need focus.
PuppetAsk me anything
For you I will dance and sing
Who does that make me?
Rising sunEmerging into light
I never realized
That I couldn't see
call methe dark makes a sound
feel me tremble beloved
cover my ears - scream
her colourspainted this
colours do not rest
prisms climax this heart
doors 2.0open(the key turns,
find rebirth)the door.
fetish 2.0so tell me, my pet:
why do fear and ecstasy
smell so much the same?
Lambie Parts (Haiku Form)It hurts my head and
heart to consider changing
who I am for you.
Lost AgainThe only things I dig up
Bury me beneath themselves
That Feeling AgainYou know that feeling my friend
I haven't known it for ages
GlancingLeft to his dark cell,
He trembles with emotions,
Flowing out the cracks.
The DanceMasked in hope of life,
We are condemned to steep pains,
Waiting for recognition.
Broken Bird (haiku version)Broken bird laid down
Calmed then set and wrapped with love
I can’t fly away now
Heart in Phone (haiku version)Blue eyes, wicked grin
His photo hidden within
An unlocked phone
Nexus, Haiku VersionYour chest's tide pulls me, a
gravity spell that whispers
of stars, and moonlit secrets.
[Haiku] If I were a PencilLife is wonderful
Until I get thrown away,
A piece of garbage.
Duet (Haiku Version)earth vibrates
from the brushing of leaves,
with the air from our songs
Bubbles Tiny orbed silence:
Thoughts released, rise, diffuse as
Champagne in a flute.
© L. L. Kelly 2014
Erotica Replica (Haiku version)Flaunt human bodies
Don't conform to the same mind
Influence the change
Seen Your Priorities?I'm entirely
naked. Butt wiggles out free.
Gosh I'm old and cold.
To You, Small Voice (Haiku)do not be consumed
by the din
have your voice
You've Got to Hide Your Love Away (Haiku)Remember Alex,
while your love for her is pure
you are female too
AugustMagnolia tree, waving
to the rotting barn, shades
chickens pecking at my toes.
Elegy (haiku)distance grows
through time and space . . .
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Nightmare (Haiku Version)Betrayed, running, scared,
Bleeding wounds that never close:
She was a fox and he a bear (Haiku Version)Strong bear and sly fox
One crafting and one selling
Happy on the road.
Boom-Lag High (Recycled Haiku Edit)Alone;
bop dogs, traffic
beehives & Jesus kind
believe me baptized.