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As you probably know I have been so busy with my books... and I have some Exciting news...
I am so excited... This is such an honor...

I HAVE been nominated Author or the year... Please everyone go vote for me and scroll down and vote for one of my books...

http://poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/d2wp-poetry-awards/


I just leaned that you can vote as many times as you want... hugs...

Blessings to you all
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 Nov 2014
Jevaugn
The empty sound of wind coiling
Through hollow vessels whispers
Groans of unheard secret
Unseen from the lips from which
Its voice echoed  
Carrying a lace of touch...
Tis a familiar one,
But still a foreign tongue garnishes
The walls betwixt and between the ears.  
A hum, a song,  
An earthly reflection of love through
A faded sense of albatross...

A thickening dissonance
Between the soothing delay of
Fingertips buried in the roots of a
Sentient heart
Wrench and twist
The angel's song through a
Seasonal mind
Resonating the lost and the torn.
The Betrayer.
And in turn,
We always destroy what we've
Come to love.
Defenseless.
 Nov 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
One comfort that I find
Is that when there is no music in my ears,
                                               or in the air,
There is always music
                                     in my heart.
Quenya for 'the music of the heart/mind/soul.'
 Nov 2014
Jevaugn
The narrative begins at a point in time,
Somewhere adrift at open seas  
Where polymorphic abstractions surfaced
The blends of life,
Dancing and prancing along these envisioned
Waves

Splash of color there
Dash of color here
A streak
A twirl
A visage of refraction on the fringe
Of her hair: A path  

And
In ambiance we once strolled
This path to elliptical essences
Green, green, green, red,  
Hypnotized in fervor, but alone I lapsed  
In seconds,
In minutes
Into pages of scores  

She, my lore to
Dimensional shifts of dreams and open doors
That I once wished to stroll through
Along with her

But now I smoke in absence of her exhale
Her spliff to my lungs: distant and regretful.  

Fragmented.
The Swing Set to me is what The Thinking Chair is to Steve.
 Nov 2014
Dr Strange
Am I ready

The question I've been attempting to bypass all this time

Am I ready

Am I ready to accept the responsibilities that will be bestowed before me by me simply saying,"yes"

Am I ready

Am I ready to sacrifice my life, when yours is in danger

Am I ready...

I don't know if I am
It's not that I'm afraid,
But that I am terrified
I look in the mirror then look at you and think,
"You're too beautiful for I"
At the same time I don't want to hurt you
You can understand that can't you

I want to spend all of eternity with you
Make you smile and feel special inside
Hold you when your cold
And walk upon the sandy beaches hand to hand
Can't you understand that
I thought about this long and hard
Analyzing ever possible out come twice

I just don't want to mess up,
But because I am so afraid I just don't know what to say
So am I ready
Truth be told I am not
But I can't let you go, not again
So for our sake
I am ready

I love you, baby girl
 Nov 2014
ryn
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In solitude...
There's constant talk of the moon
And incessant wishes upon stars
Each word is cast unto paper
Unsure if they'd stretch that far

In solitude...
I embody pelts of droplets from the sky
As thunder mark the seconds that would elapse
Stagnant puddles of liquid dreams
Ever flowing in endless traps

In solitude...
I feel the urge to lose all balance
Aloneness beckons like a long lost friend
Always strange but familiar
To see and be at the bitter end
 Nov 2014
Ember Evanescent
All the once upon a time stories that end in happily ever after have the flawless handsome Prince charming who meets the sweetest princess or young maiden who becomes a princess after they marry (typically approximately 12 to 18 hours or so after they meet usually because the sweet young lady was rescued by the Prince because she was singing randomly and dancing around with woodland animals who do her laundry and she fell off of a tower or was attacked by some lady who literally has no job but spends her entire life just being evil for the sake of being evil and yet never starves to death despite the fact that her evil plots never actually allow her to aquire money or food of any sort.)
The girl is always polite
Everyone loves her
She usually has a waistline tinier than a flowerstem
And she sees the good in everyone
She is also gorgeous 100% of the time
Well I am NOT that girl
I can't alwaye be polite and perfect
I can't even be pretty
There are more people that hate me than there are people who can even tolerate me
I'm not the likable easy going type
I don't have a three inch waist (mainly because that is completely insane)
I can't find a way to like every person
I'm the jealous ugly stepsister Anastasia in Cinderella
I'm the wicked witch in the wizard of Oz
I'm the wolf in the three little pigs
I'm the hag in snow white and the seven dwarves
I'm not the princess in the story
But fortunately, I don't need to be because life is not a fairytale
And you don't need to be prince charming
Hell, you don't even need to be anything like the lists I make about what my dream guy should be like
Because really, since when do I know what I actually want?
I certainly am always wrong about what I need
So here's the deal
You love me for me, be loyal, care about me because of my soul first and my looks having nothing to do with it, you give me eternity,
And I promise you the same.
I don't need you to catch me when I fall off a tower
That doesn't really happen much
I need you to catch the little pieces of me when I fall apart because the emotions were all too much
I don't need a happily ever after
And you don't need to be prince charming
Because I am not a princess

Repost if you are not a princess either
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work and really any other thoughts you may have! :)
Repost if you are not a princess either
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work and really any other thoughts you may have! :)
 Nov 2014
Ember Evanescent
10 months
10. miserable. months.
gray
dark
I blend in with shadows
I exist
at least I think
but I'm not alive
existing and living are not the same thing
I'm not even sad anymore
I'm just numb
numb numb numb
I'm breathing
barely
but i can't feel
i can't feel
i can't feel
why can't i feel?
im just falling
fading
a memory
hard to believe it really happened
maybe im still dreaming
but i can't seem to wake up
emotionless
so much worse than the pain

A man
Not a child
Warm and kindhearted
A little rough around the edges
Sweet and poetically inclined
One that's only mine
No cheaters please
Speaks freely
A tease is fine
I like a challenge
Wealth is not required
But brains and humor is a must
A "freak like me" desired
Green eyes recommended
A golden heart with a platinum soul
No ******* please
An equal need to have a hand to hold
A wish for two lips to lovingly kiss
A friend to listen all night
A lover who gives me light
It's just a dream of mine
A lover and a friend
I'm looking to find
 Nov 2014
SøułSurvivør
~~~ @ ~~~


hush, hush, hush a bye
while we sing a song
don't you weep
no, don't you cry
we'll help you
to be strong

we're the stars
outside your window
rainbow colored on your sill
can't you see the
curtain billow?
hush a bye now
child be still!

the night is
strumming us a tune
in gold across the galaxy
can't you hear
ol' Billy Moon
playin' his guitar for free?

the stars are your
nighttime blanket
keeping you safe!
don't be scared
chase the baddies
AWAY!

sweet dreams to
you child
the twinkle to keep
you safe
to remind you of
all the love
and memories of

~~~@ TODAY @~~~





(C) Sye
(C) soulsurvivor
Thanks to Sye for her
Patience with me in
Getting this done
And for her lovely words!
It was an honor
Working with her!
 Nov 2014
Ember Evanescent
If I were a celebrity...
I would contact all the rest of the female celebrities attending an upcoming red carpet event and try and get everyone including myself to show up without any makeup on at all to display not natural beauty, but a lack of concern for outer beauty to society and the media.

If I were a famous music artist...
I would write songs about imperfections I would write songs to heal people emotionally in the way only music can and get people who enjoy my music to contact me with their stories and meet with them so I can write songs personalized to their story so they can always have a song that they can 100% relate to.

If I were a famous author...
I would write books from the point of view of a girl who is unarguably NOT traditionally physically pretty, not necessarily traditionally ugly, but not particularly pretty (by society's standards and definitions I mean because beauty doesn't have a REAL definition), but my character would be so beautiful inside. I would write about a character who does all the normal things a real person does and not everything in her life would end in happily ever after because in real life, not everything does. She would be a real type of person, she would walk into rooms and forget what she was there for (which I do an embarrassing amount of times in a day) she would occasionally trip down the stairs (and up it too the way I ever so clumsily do) she would hate having uneven hoodie strings, her favorite song would come on all the time on the radio when she pulls into the garage, she would press those little buttons you find on the lids of fast-food drinks and she would always get stuck behind slow-walkers at the mall. I would create a character people can relate to because there are far too many books about perfect beautiful people with perfect lives where things turn out perfectly for them and I’d like to create a role model of a character who is not perfect.

If I were someone who could reach millions of people with my words, I would want to do so much. But I am just me, and my words cannot influence the whole world. I can’t change society, I am so small in our big, big world I don’t have a voice. I hope those who have a voice use it well.

Repost if you wish you had a bigger voice
Comment and tell me what you would do to change the world if you had a bigger voice
Repost if you wish you had a bigger voice
Comment and tell me what you would do to change the world if you had a bigger voice
 Nov 2014
Ember Evanescent
WRITE A POEM ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD SPECIFICALLY WANT YOUR DREAM GUY OR GIRL TO BE LIKE AND POST IT AS A POEM! MESSAGE ME OR COMMENT TO LET ME KNOW IF YOU ACCEPTED THE CHALLENGE AND WROTE ONE SO I CAN CHECK OUT YOUR POEM!
INCLUDE THE HASHTAG #CHALLENGE IN THE TAGS SECTION!
CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU COME UP WITH!

PLEASE REPOST SO AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE CAN GET INVOLVED IN THE CHALLENGE! :)
I wrote a poem called I like the type of boy... which was along these lines, so try doing something like that if you don't really understand what the challenge is.
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