A/N: My take on the Terza Rima poetic form... or at least my attempt at one! 😛 Upon perishable rooted wandering shores The wind’s recitation, a hectic dream Through the picturesque of yellow moors: Slick, blackened, chaste, o’er oozy silver streams. The slice of bone, inheriting shimmering Stardust, torn from rocks and ribs in unseen dreams … Continue reading The recitation of my dreams.
Foreign silence beside fever roads: the aroma of fog carries the wind and twists delirium as the red geraniums fall to cold dune fields sleepily in cypress dreams picked by blazes lodged to frosty solitude by the sand hills. A blue dream flew above aural ice chips; the dream-like shadows slipped from dew where the … Continue reading The ecstasy in your eyes.
Thank you Katie Kay for nominating me for the Sunshine Blogger Award! I always love doing these things. They are so much fun. Rules for the Sunshine Blogger Award Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and link back to their blog. Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you. List the rules and display the Sunshine … Continue reading Sunshine Blogger Award #2.
Dreams entwined, Dreams throughout false silence, Silence, a dark inscribed, Silence, a tyrannical void, Void of fierce gasp, Void of reddened wounds, Wounds that starve under snow, Wounds around weeping crisp frost, Frost over the leaves Frost upon pure caverns, Caverns of the mind like a breeze, Caverns by the blue delphiniums like crystal, Crystal … Continue reading Silence, a dark inscribed, silence, a tyrannical void.
I am from wheat strips Of bread, and porch lights with fog on week mornings; I am from the mind world That restores dust at every Naked warm eye That blood rose On paper-cuts; I am from banana seeds, And reddened arches, Distorted music, Collected into one Starvation of abstract Speech—I am from the pressing of … Continue reading I am from broken images from my mind.
When the hand lays on sights, dead,
That collapsed dust from earlier time,
That acceded some time beyond the winds, lead
With the lining, cried at first breath.
Doth the rooms that kiss the gold of night
As when the mutters of veiled chance
Bested the light that silence commended, strife,
As the rivers bound to death as the unquiet light.
When thy heart withers at unborn tears,
Beyond the dressing of the sea, condemned
By the forthright waves that wallow sails
And willow them too, no more from a valley dale,
The rivers that reflected the moon
That dream for light to chill the dell
And when among the intone, it broods and dwells,
The everlasting song, thy unrest that shines the wells,
That laid the dirge of the last sight,
With unrest from the earlier time (which is change),
With the lining, alive, above a river of dead…
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Such a beautiful piece with an impactful message at its core!
I seek for loyalty in a world that is drunk in fetish desires
I seek for water in a desert that’s set on fire
What can I seek more
I’m on a journey
And my destination is unknown
I’ve seen the good in people
And the worst they can do
I’ve seen them living the dreams of others
Ah, so naive like me and you
In this materialistic world,
I seek for love that’s baricated beneath the heavy crust
Unreachable, far gone, left with shallow vision and hidden lust
What can I seek more
In a place where time controls the mind
Where reality and dreams never collide
I seek for divine; Purity
In an illusion set by the strings of fate
This destiny is a treasure you cannot possess
Yet you try and fail
What can I seek more
Here the days and nights aren’t stable
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Paint me a rainbow, use every single color- Using the memories we’ve strung to hang it up. Let your tears fall from your thin eyelash clouds, And let me paint a smile with all the colors- Of the merry rainbow on your chapped, dry lips. I’ll build you a castle away from the drought, And … Continue reading “My Lost Rainbow” By Gabby L.
The partition of light slides upon the red, pale rocks shielded by the cluster of streams, a fossilized hue of the starlight in the refusal of blustering dreams. A mere smudge of waterlogged forbidden Arcadia—tasseling a present vanishing in exile a solemn midsummer darkness prowling the streets in your memory. A moment of sense fragmented in … Continue reading A dream suspended from sanctuary.
From the hills coiled in mist dreaming alone Between the slipping isolation to touch the world where it beautifuly parts forever By the canefields at dusk hungry in the foreign twist Of the silent moon as my only light fluttering the picturesque leaves And houses with old lakes full with heaps of rain In darkened … Continue reading By the canefields at dusk.
The light was gone, But still you shone. The light returned, Then you dimmed. You lit up my world, Now you shadow it. I guess I needed you, You play the light, So I could find the shadow. Want to submit something? Just go here.
I can never forget you, Never forgive you. I can never neglect you, Never protect you. I can never talk to you, Never ignore you. So what can I do, Besides nothing? Want to submit something? Just go here.
Note from the author Gabby L: To the reader who feels too weak to stand anymore, you can get through the hurricanes in your life. Whatever you face, it'll be okay. Storms don't last forever. Pretty little thing with your colorful petals, I heard a storm was coming- cover up; Don’t let them all notice … Continue reading “Darling Little Daisy” By Gabby L.
A winter sere upon ashen cypress leaves A paradise among a ghoul of wind, a fragile river, Where I, I will stay beside a midnight tomb that rose a shiver, Alas in the time!—the entombed willows illuminate the trees, And I will wake from frail calls, lonely, enkindled by the breeze. I will wake in … Continue reading A Winter Sere.
Mercy, I summon Upon dark paradox flames To end the tempest.
Lost In the cracks of the ceiling The shadows outline At night in silence The windows that raid You to look at them, Betrayed in solemnity; Waiting for the hesitant Breath Beneath hidden light In disposable silence.
Wind dwells the dusk far Into perishable hours Frail, the light enriches Darkness in the world. The voice in sweet cities, Sleeping in dim snow. Surrender beneath The universe in this room; A flower, a dream Will lie crisp Softly with hidden laughter Summoning pure sleep.
The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands, Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room With lip of ice and loitering … Continue reading Mes mots dans ce rêve.
On the gloaming surf of the dark shore, I lay my abled hands on the crimson darkened porcelain glass On the shadows of warmth, etched from a pale glistening scar of an ivory white that blooms in miry winter And I trace—pressing against the folds and hems of skin that caves in pearl, frail ash, … Continue reading Oh, Dream.
You are the best thing you'll ever be... never change. Never change that. Want to submit something? Just go here.