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.
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fire and bloodi am stormborn;fire and blood by PrussianPersephone
she who dances
with the dragons who
call her mother.
the devourer of a heart
that galloped across a great
grass sea. the queen
who breaks every chain she
sees and will rule over the world
from an iron throne. the
daughter of a mad king who
shall scorch the land with justice.
i am the unburnt.
fire cannot kill a dragon.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself. by PrussianPersephone
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
a poem on the inner workings of my chaotic mindit isn't like i'ma poem on the inner workings of my chaotic mind by PrussianPersephone
lazy or anything it's just that
the thought of getting lost
in a crowd of ten or more people
makes me want to puke.
this is not just some
stupid little hang-up that you can
joke about when i'm
digging my fingernails into my palm so
hard that blood is drawn as we walk through
school hallways so packed that it feels
like we're suffocating from too much
oxygen but i just grit my teeth and
laugh "yeah, i know, i just don't like
being around people sometimes."
but you know,
there's just something about the way
my mother says "go out and have a life
and stop looking like the world
betrays you every day"
that makes my stomach drop
or when my dad looks at me and just
sighs, like they've finally realized
i was never good enough to be
and to everyone who believes that
i just need to relax,
to just calm down and think:
fuck you. fuck you for trying to pretend
like you know how it feels when my
bones grind together like broken
gears as i walk by people who may
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“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.