Fu Manchu mustache stopped in traffic.
Hair died with all the colors under the moon.
Brown dogs dressed as black cats,
Sent your way only to cross your path.
Goblins, zombies, and doctors all the same.
Sleeking, stumbling, or walking straight.
How this ritual peaks my interests.
A day to reveal the mask hidden.
The popularity is easy when you can be anybody.
Darkest deceptions of the mind brought to light.
Twisted talents are expected and fancied.
All under the guise of free candy.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Intro:
Start with a hook sharp enough to catch many fish.
Move into a broad outline of topic.
Add some examples to peek the interest.
End with a sentence that captures your thoughts.
(Start the way you feel it should be).
Body:
Flavorful topic sentence to open paragraph one.
State in detail specific examples and definitions.
Follow with a reference or two,
This keeps suspicion off you.
Keep same format for paragraph two and three.
(Continue on the feel that increases how you started).
(Or retrograde and start a new direction).
Conclusion:
Wake the reader back up with thesaurus found words.
State again the reason for your thoughts.
Honing specifically on what you want to say,
Without of course bringing in new info.
End with a memorable sign off.
(End with completing your thoughts).
(Or start a new idea entirely),
(Not leaving enough room for explanation).
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
Each line is a shadow of past stories.
Every word is etched into an open space.
How important it is that I leave a mark on this world;
Something to be remembered by,
But all I have to write with is
an eraser.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Upon following a pattern,
Creativity can be lost.
Ideas as a lantern,
Shining at a cost.
Costing a specific price,
Are the sonnets for hire.
Many follow as a vice,
But others liked to be inspired.
However, harder it is to be controlled,
Than be free versed.
Many feel that words can be sold,
Yet with format then one’s thoughts can be terse.
Thus either format is useful,
Depending which is more beneficial.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
Temper rises when revelation is found.
Temper advances when changes are bound.
Temper decreases when understanding is crowned.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
You turn; I begin to run.
That tear glistens in the rays of the sun.
Like a diamond or a blue horizon.
A perfect drop falling down a perfect cheek;
Falling forever, on and on,
I see it and begin to weep.
Tear a river, so peaceful but moving so fast.
Always passing and always there but doesn’t seem to last.
How it fills each rain, causing it to grow.
Consistently growing, but Oh so slow.
Faster, faster the roar of the river screams.
Provoking thought but swallowing dreams.
That’s what the tear drop implies;
A peaceful stirring of a heartfelt goodbye.
Longing to be loved at last,
Yet nothing given back to surpass.
Tear like the rain giving water to the flower.
Making it to grow into a mesmerizing power.
But when it’s plucked the hand is scorned,
All by the poisonous thorn.
A thorn so magnificent yet full of pain.
For this reason, I cannot explain;
Is it the beauty that causes this lack of thought?
Is the pain worth the heartsick, I think not.
So let the rain fall as a shower
And mask the tears from that haunting hour.
Tear as window, sheds light on what’s within.
See the emotions, where they all begin.
See in, but the blinds of the eyes
Hides what’s inside.
The draped curtains of thought
Illuminates what is sought.
The wanting to be missed,
And the fairytale wish.
But the lock is set in the end,
As it has always been.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Pen to paper
Is the flow of thought.
Write to know
The things you do not.
Complete understanding
Of the unknown.
Swiftly learning
All skills to hone.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
You are the ocean breeze
Gives breath to tired lungs
So soft and sweet you swirl the sea
Place troubled minds to ease
And protects from the scorching sun
You are the crystal sand
Between toes and there remain
If today I travel, trek, or trod
You hold fast no matter where I land
Fine and light like grounded grain
You are the water’s wave
So beautiful to watch thee
By God’s hand greatly, gently guided
Mesmerized I become a slave
Each thunderous crash I guarantee
You pull me further out to sea
You are the ocean breeze
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
The sunset is magnificent,
But brings sad feelings;
The close of a perfect day.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
The initial hello of two strangers.
Followed by thoughts of something above.
Logic swallowed, and emotion's danger.
Results in what could be love.
The first is shock of finding
But then turmoil seems unending.
It's like a tree who needs wind,
For it's roots to be strengthened.
Thus, closer we grow.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC