Prophecy
The snow is my sign
like the thunder
like the lightening
that foretells what is coming
The snow is my balm
my whiteness of Gilead
the storm is rolling
but for now there is snow
My eyes see the snow
my heart feels the lightening
I know it will strike
when the thunder roars in
and in that hour
his eyes will open
the knowledge, the horror
the honor, the earthquake
i will ascend
but I'll be pulled back.
The snow is a promise
that lightening will strike
and after all
after all
Here I'll have to remain
Give back the dream--
and thanks for the snow.
God Follows
My problem has never been lack of faith
but too much faith in punishment
every transgression i have made
kicks me into banishment
I am damned by my choices
expelled into darkness
a black so deep
no stars can touch it.
Still, I have a cross to bear
I have the crown of thornes
and though it may take my life, my God,
Some day I will go home.
I do not know what heaven is
who will be there, where they've gone
I find no comfort in a joy lit room
Nor in prayer, nor in song.
My faith is sacred and I am scared
of all that I've done wrong.
Look How Happy She Is! by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Look How Happy She Is!
Look how happy she is!
her opalescent skin
her long red hair
the silk and the satin
the royal, velvet blue--
So much happier than you.
Look how thoughtful she is!
A half, sheepish smile
her fist on her chin
the 1000 mile stare
glittering like gems--
She basks in her reasons.
Look how mighty she is!
Brave like a tiger
coniferous and bellicose
full of brimstone and fire
She has courage, and so much of that--
While you don't even know how to act.
She is a paragon, a pillar
strength, beauty and resolve
yet still something is unquiet within her
as her head nods just slightly
and then nods no more--
This echelon of a woman
was found dead
Tight-Lipped....
If I let the words out
each barb and prick
blood like roses
if the words slip
If I started to scream
nobody would hear
with lips tightly closed
with no one to share
If I took a slit
and made a strike
what would leak out?
words or life?
I'll keep the words
I'll study the knife
from morning til evening
and give up my nights
I haven't the courage
I havne't the means
I sew up my lips
I swallow the screams.
(A Beautiful Death for the Heartbroken One) by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
(A Beautiful Death for the Heartbroken One)
(A Beautiful Death for the Heartbroken One)
You made me a promise
but can't bear to keep it
And I'm on my knees
crying and cheated.
Stay away, Love, stay far away
You have your intentions to leave anyway.
Stay far away Love, go and be far
so you won't see me weeping alone on the floor.
I'll return the rings, Love—I'll give back your rings
a circle's a curse and a terrible thing--
It cannot be broken. Only can bend,
and a heart once bespoken never can mend.
I'll return the rings, Love, I'll give back your life
If you will release this wretch of a wife
Then with the hardest times over, finished and done
I'll lay out my bones to blea
Be Not Ye Far (a lullaby) by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Be Not Ye Far (a lullaby)
Be Not Ye Far (a lullaby)
Lover, so fair--
come stroke my hair,
hold me fast--
as the night lasts--
...don't let my fears
ride out of the dark.
Hold me fast,
when day is past--
softly swear,
you'll be right there--
...and that my fears
will stay in the dark.
Don't suffer my fears--
don't suffer my tears!
hold me fast,
when day is past.
and
you'll be right there;
and you'll softly swear--
“Lover, so fair”
and stroke my hair.
And all of my fears --
those spidery sparks!
those spindly spears--
will shrink in the dark!
...Lover so fair:
Be not ye far.
I'll Make it Look Like An Accident by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
I'll Make it Look Like An Accident
I'll Make it Look Like An Accident
What doesn’t kill us—
Just wears us down.
I’ve
been lowered down.
Into a pit
With no hope, no hope—
Only a prescient haze
Of trials to come
Of tribulations that will make me undone.
It wouldn’t have to hurt them—
(Those that I love)
It wouldn’t have to hurt them so much—
If I fell,
Was sick for a spell,
Or drove
Into a well…
I could get away with it all.
I stare up at the sky and there confound
None of the stars smile down
I stare up at the sky and the sun is black
I stare and I stare
and the devil stares back.
Temptation, temptation—the
I never thought you'd go so obligingly
From the bed, the house, the garage even
Like angels ascending to their own parts of heaven
Like demons descending to their own parts of hell
I guess I don't really know you so well.
I never thought my voice could be shrill
Commanding you out of the space I have carved
Like Lady Macbeth I am playing a part
Like Lord Macbeth I take more than my share
And I turn around
And you are not there.
Tomorrow Won't Be Yesterday by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Tomorrow Won't Be Yesterday
Tomorrow Won't Be Yesterday
The light is on
I'm awake
You're sleeping next to me
I think I've had
All I can take
It's all that I can see
Ruined promises
Roses, diamonds gold
I never would have wished for them
If I hadn't been told
"Baby you're the one for me
I'll never let you down
Here take my hand I'll lead the way
I'll make you safe and sound
Darling you're the one for me
And I am so glad I found
You're beautiful you're wonderful
You make me so damn proud"
But the light is on
I'm writing this
And your eyes are closed so tight
I can't remember
Your last smile
I only recall the fight
Ruined promises
Hopes t
Princess Up in The Tower by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Princess Up in The Tower
Princess Up in The Tower
Thunder and lightning don't scare me
But the sounds from upstairs are fierce
I hear the pain as she's screaming
I hear the drip of her tears.
The daughter is thrown to a corner,
And I hear the thump on the floor.
I wish I could stand up there for her
I wish I could do something more.
But down here I have no power
And the bombs and grenades ensue
Princess, up in your tower
I wish I could rescue you.
Princess up there in your tower
I remember being you.
Prophecy
The snow is my sign
like the thunder
like the lightening
that foretells what is coming
The snow is my balm
my whiteness of Gilead
the storm is rolling
but for now there is snow
My eyes see the snow
my heart feels the lightening
I know it will strike
when the thunder roars in
and in that hour
his eyes will open
the knowledge, the horror
the honor, the earthquake
i will ascend
but I'll be pulled back.
The snow is a promise
that lightening will strike
and after all
after all
Here I'll have to remain
Give back the dream--
and thanks for the snow.
God Follows
My problem has never been lack of faith
but too much faith in punishment
every transgression i have made
kicks me into banishment
I am damned by my choices
expelled into darkness
a black so deep
no stars can touch it.
Still, I have a cross to bear
I have the crown of thornes
and though it may take my life, my God,
Some day I will go home.
I do not know what heaven is
who will be there, where they've gone
I find no comfort in a joy lit room
Nor in prayer, nor in song.
My faith is sacred and I am scared
of all that I've done wrong.
Look How Happy She Is! by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Look How Happy She Is!
Look how happy she is!
her opalescent skin
her long red hair
the silk and the satin
the royal, velvet blue--
So much happier than you.
Look how thoughtful she is!
A half, sheepish smile
her fist on her chin
the 1000 mile stare
glittering like gems--
She basks in her reasons.
Look how mighty she is!
Brave like a tiger
coniferous and bellicose
full of brimstone and fire
She has courage, and so much of that--
While you don't even know how to act.
She is a paragon, a pillar
strength, beauty and resolve
yet still something is unquiet within her
as her head nods just slightly
and then nods no more--
This echelon of a woman
was found dead
Tight-Lipped....
If I let the words out
each barb and prick
blood like roses
if the words slip
If I started to scream
nobody would hear
with lips tightly closed
with no one to share
If I took a slit
and made a strike
what would leak out?
words or life?
I'll keep the words
I'll study the knife
from morning til evening
and give up my nights
I haven't the courage
I havne't the means
I sew up my lips
I swallow the screams.
(A Beautiful Death for the Heartbroken One) by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
(A Beautiful Death for the Heartbroken One)
(A Beautiful Death for the Heartbroken One)
You made me a promise
but can't bear to keep it
And I'm on my knees
crying and cheated.
Stay away, Love, stay far away
You have your intentions to leave anyway.
Stay far away Love, go and be far
so you won't see me weeping alone on the floor.
I'll return the rings, Love—I'll give back your rings
a circle's a curse and a terrible thing--
It cannot be broken. Only can bend,
and a heart once bespoken never can mend.
I'll return the rings, Love, I'll give back your life
If you will release this wretch of a wife
Then with the hardest times over, finished and done
I'll lay out my bones to blea
Be Not Ye Far (a lullaby) by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Be Not Ye Far (a lullaby)
Be Not Ye Far (a lullaby)
Lover, so fair--
come stroke my hair,
hold me fast--
as the night lasts--
...don't let my fears
ride out of the dark.
Hold me fast,
when day is past--
softly swear,
you'll be right there--
...and that my fears
will stay in the dark.
Don't suffer my fears--
don't suffer my tears!
hold me fast,
when day is past.
and
you'll be right there;
and you'll softly swear--
“Lover, so fair”
and stroke my hair.
And all of my fears --
those spidery sparks!
those spindly spears--
will shrink in the dark!
...Lover so fair:
Be not ye far.
I'll Make it Look Like An Accident by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
I'll Make it Look Like An Accident
I'll Make it Look Like An Accident
What doesn’t kill us—
Just wears us down.
I’ve
been lowered down.
Into a pit
With no hope, no hope—
Only a prescient haze
Of trials to come
Of tribulations that will make me undone.
It wouldn’t have to hurt them—
(Those that I love)
It wouldn’t have to hurt them so much—
If I fell,
Was sick for a spell,
Or drove
Into a well…
I could get away with it all.
I stare up at the sky and there confound
None of the stars smile down
I stare up at the sky and the sun is black
I stare and I stare
and the devil stares back.
Temptation, temptation—the
I never thought you'd go so obligingly
From the bed, the house, the garage even
Like angels ascending to their own parts of heaven
Like demons descending to their own parts of hell
I guess I don't really know you so well.
I never thought my voice could be shrill
Commanding you out of the space I have carved
Like Lady Macbeth I am playing a part
Like Lord Macbeth I take more than my share
And I turn around
And you are not there.
Tomorrow Won't Be Yesterday by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Tomorrow Won't Be Yesterday
Tomorrow Won't Be Yesterday
The light is on
I'm awake
You're sleeping next to me
I think I've had
All I can take
It's all that I can see
Ruined promises
Roses, diamonds gold
I never would have wished for them
If I hadn't been told
"Baby you're the one for me
I'll never let you down
Here take my hand I'll lead the way
I'll make you safe and sound
Darling you're the one for me
And I am so glad I found
You're beautiful you're wonderful
You make me so damn proud"
But the light is on
I'm writing this
And your eyes are closed so tight
I can't remember
Your last smile
I only recall the fight
Ruined promises
Hopes t
Princess Up in The Tower by rainonwednesday, literature
Literature
Princess Up in The Tower
Princess Up in The Tower
Thunder and lightning don't scare me
But the sounds from upstairs are fierce
I hear the pain as she's screaming
I hear the drip of her tears.
The daughter is thrown to a corner,
And I hear the thump on the floor.
I wish I could stand up there for her
I wish I could do something more.
But down here I have no power
And the bombs and grenades ensue
Princess, up in your tower
I wish I could rescue you.
Princess up there in your tower
I remember being you.
HUITZILOPOCHTLI
I make you dinner,
The entire time
Devoting myself to thoughts of
How to brown the meat,
And how fine to chop the onion
--never crying---
because soon you will come home,
and take your fill of the food I have so
carefully and lovingly prepared for you.
and we can talk over forks and spoons
glinting like the light off our white, white teeth,
laughing when I say I burnt the pasta that one time
or
I dropped the cheesecake that one time--
We remember and don't regret.
When suddenly with fear that something is not right
I look to you and see what is really going on-- what I really did---
I laid myself down willingly on th
I lost sleep over Paris.
the planning, sure,
and the street maps and sewer maps and guidebooks, sure,
and floor plans of the Louvre;
but my lights stayed on at night not out of excitement but apprehension,
for in truth I was worried about Paris. Worried about Paris,
worried for Paris, as one worries for another person,
worried that Paris would grow up to be a Tokyo, or worse, a New York,
worried that these slow overlappings would come to overwhelm
the city and me. The snow on the streets
I made a mess in Paris.
my new bright cheap lipstick and smudged eyeliner
and the club was too bright and where were the people I had come with?
The Legend of the Mermaid by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
The Legend of the Mermaid
The Legend of the Mermaid
One stormy night,
Misty skies awakened
As the Heavens mourned
Their falling star;
She danced to the Earth below,
But to the others' eyes
Mira plummeted to her death.
I looked out the window of the Sea-Side Pub. I don't know why I did. Looking at the night sky always made me sad. To see the stars twinkling gloriously off in the distance, like little beacons of his memories, little keepers of his eternal soul. A dark storm gripped the heavens tonight; I could tell by the way the glow of the stars seemed almost to flicker. Just as he had tau
01.Introduction
The New Student
She’s so scared of the sadistic teacher who will make her stand up and say hello to the class
So many eyes trained on her she’ll vomit, scream, cry
Quickly, anxiously she raises her hand to be excused to the bathroom
There, in the shell of the stall, she takes a deep breath and tries to remember who she really is
And what her name means
And how she’ll introduce herself
To the vicious, snarling crowd of students waiting
To swallow her up.
Fit
It was alonea bird, flashing by the window,
Caught by my eye
Not even a breathe of a second of time.
Was it my miracle?
What a laughable trickle of glory
As if a great, white bird, barely glimpsed,
Could open up my eyes
Or raise my prone form from my bed
In revelation.
It will take a stronger impetus, I fear, than one single paced piece of winged flurry
To crack my shell and smile
Melt the icy insides.
It's pitiable, I know. But this is post-traumatic stress
And there is no curenot even the sight of a beautiful, wild bird
Feral, unfetteredwith real wings. Not my miracle, but one unto itself.
Current Residence: Vancouver, BC Favourite genre of music: indie Favourite style of art: art nouveau Operating System: windows MP3 player of choice: ipod Favourite cartoon character: the green fairy.... Personal Quote: love is so short, forgetting is so long
Ideas would help
Hello Lovlies,
As usual I am going through a rough patch. I had a kidney stone a few weeks ago and the doctor gave me Tramadol. It's a very weak pain med; but supposedly works really well with the bupenorphine I'm on now.
I took it for a few days and the voices reappeared. Then, we got into a little tiff with our landlords and suddenly everything went pear shaped. I am now on medication three times a day: when I wake up, in the afternoon, and in the evening. I can't drive, and I had to miss Phillip's grandmother's funeral. I felt like such a horrible person for not being able to go---not being able to go because I am ins
Never Doubt the Glory of God
It seems bizarre—it seems impossible: I have my husband back. It's really him.
Maybe all the prayers and well wishes from you, my friends, did the trick. Maybe it was simply a miracle. Maybe it was just an experience I had to go through. I don't know. I do know this:
My husband came back to me. He's still having problems—especially with his memory and speech. He can go from normal speech to incredibly labored and slurred speech. It frightens me each time; like he might be having a absent seizure or stroke symptoms---but with the regularity of these events and the continued improvement in our relations
Having reread the poem again, I've decided to merely make a continuation on it from the perspective of either someone who read your poem first... or just from a guys point of view.