something-simple
To be honest I am something but nothing / Everywhere and nowhere / Amorphous, free falling, solid / Tangible, intangible / Beyond comprehension / A Shape / Nothing more / Simple / Things / Stay with us / / Write what comes to mind, I write as characters sometimes. Some are based around the game The Endless Forest. Mostly free formish because rhyming is not a strong point.
A wave of water chestnuts,
A sea of moving green
Gentle ripples,
This is a different kind
Of ocean
There are no boats
For these waters
Sunrise paints
The world,
Pale green and dusty
These are the soft hours
Mists rising
From grasslands
Gentle meadows
It smells like
Grass clippings,
Bright and green
And growing
These are the sunrises
Near the sea glass
Beaches
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
Heartache doesn't **** you -
No matter what they say
And love? It just grows bitter anyway
You can't eat it, you can't drink it
It won't keep a roof above your head
What use have I for it?
My parents lost it long ago
A bitter memory in the snow
My sister found too much
My brother is of ****** ballads -
A strange and terrible love
No one survives it
We are as much Ice as Plague
And the Wind that drives the blinding snow
Demons and ghosts and pale forgotten things
Each bloodied and broken
Love ruins us all I'll have no part in it
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
Some love the cloudless sky,
Not I, not I -
I love the snow storm
The gathering gale that fills -
The air with howling
A thousand voices calling, calling
For the sun that will not come
They say the dark is where the demons hide
Not I, not I -
White is so much worse,
You see - how it blocks out everything?
Can't tell what's up or down
When a white out rolls around
Maybe you'll catch a glimpse of red,
Eerie light glinting
Through the stinging motes
Would you rather freeze or hope?
I sing my song in lantern light,
Follow me and pay no mind -
How my footprints fill with blood
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
Such bitter sorrows,
Love unrequited, left ignored
Festers like an open sore
Pond's frozen over but the ice is thin
How quick it could be broken
How fast that we could sink
The sun has set, the curtains drawn
Bloodstains left in pure white snow
Our love has left us
Like lungs full of flowers,
It's getting hard to breathe
Hard to think
Just let me sink
The palest pink,
Delicate veins and perfect tracery
Lacework of life
Cold though they become
This love will haunt us still
We are two winter birds
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC
The dead they speak to me,
In dreams full of burning things.
Voices of ash and spark
Glowing in the dark night
Like embers, like fireflies.
Pushing against the midnight sky
I am the future, I am the dream -
I tell men of impossible things,
The future glimpsed but not truly seen.
I am the changes not yet wrought
But sure to come to pass
I know what the unconscious mind knows
My body is built of stars and spark
The night sky stretched taunt across celestial bones
I am an island, for I am no man -
Like a quail into the sea I am
Crocodile's tears have fallen from these eyes
And my tears are burning hot
The making of stars
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
The storm comes at midnight,
Nocturnal thunder booming in the skies
The arcs of lighting light the darkest night
Sand becomes glass beneath the nests
A plant's last dance
The air pressure shifts, grows heavy
Intense - like storm clouds
Brewing on the horizon
Swift as a sudden downpour in the Sea
A force of nature unrestrained
The world shakes
An abyss so dark and deep
I cannot sleep - to seek, to dream
Once more, the earth shakes
The world quakes
And I follow the fireflies
Trailing thunder
Once the night grows still
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
I am the night,
The darkness so deep
The azure abyss in which gold sleeps
Primordial - eternal
As old as the universe -
Older even than light
Borne of chaos
Tumultuous and free
A glorious happening
Truly a song so high and sweet
There are very many borne of me
Legacies alive in the dark
But there are still rules to be
I have told you over again, and again still
Written in the flights of birds
And twisting entrails
The absence of a heart
Disregard me
And your grave will come
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
Sandstone glimmers in wine-stained light,
The great canyons stretch far and wide
Beautiful in eternity
There are different sizes of infinity
The skies are turning shades of red,
Fading to pink and gold
Turning into night
They say the deserts are vast and wide,
Dunes uncountable, every gain a world
The shattered plain stretch on -
A reminder of what's gone
Dragonhome, pillar strong
The tower of Babel made again
Even now the redstone curves,
Windy paths and twisted nerves
Dawn comes again with shades of red
The circle comes again,
A sentinel stands in waves of sand
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
It's a different face but -
Your smile still holds
The same crooked shape.
Jagged teeth in a wicked grin
Bold lines of shadow
Belly barred in warning
I wonder what the sunset says -
With ****** teeth and shining eyes
A prophet speaker that no truth brings
You whisper of impossible things
Like the ghosts that haunt us still
Beneath the slow drifting sands,
Creatures lurk, creatures spin
Beware those on moonlight nights
With crooked grins
And red stained hands
Ask them not for directions
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
Left to rust and rot,
The crimson red begins to fade
Sink, deep into the ground
Let the forest drink
Grow strong and wild
Rage against the dark
Stained glass wings,
Hear the whippoorwill sing
How sharp the teeth?
Who screamed the scream?
Left in the woods somewhere
In the deep, dark woods
How quick does the red tide grow
Whittle the leaves, sever the branches
Light the fires at night
Can you hear the birds singing?
In the blood red wood
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC