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Jan 2013 · 1.2k
Jumping Rooftops
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Jumping rooftops & breaking down old doors
I am not a slave to time, what is it for?

With my brothers & sisters of the night
We live everywhere, together we fight.

They try to take us, away from our secret place
They can try, and they will fail the chase.

Join us if you are lost and alone
So you too can find this family home.
Randomly got inspired by "The Thief Lord" by Cornelia Funke. Amazing read.
Jan 2013 · 350
Where the White Manor Lies
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Follow the bird
follow it deep into the twisting trees
a forest so vast
like a sister to the seas

There a secret lies
Lost in the ages and memories of man
Follow the bird
You will understand

All the answers lost
and stories beyond imagination
A light will shine
On the uncharted nation
Piece of a story I am attempting to conjure.
Jan 2013 · 424
Half the World
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
I have become obsessed
with living in this world of dreams
don't ever let me leave
and keep me awake
this is where I am suppose to be
Dreams will die
if I keep falling asleep.

Here my heart beats.
Here I am truly alive.
I never want to leave.

Come walk with me.
It's a gift, you see.
A gift only some receive.

Half the world is awake.
Half the world is asleep.
Jan 2013 · 520
Created to Create
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Something is always the influence
How do we know if...
we are
truly
original?

And my Father spoke to me.

No mind is fashioned alike
No palm is moulded the same
No fingerprint identifies with another

You are my Masterpiece.
You are my original.
You were created
so you too,
may create...

but never forget
the One who fashioned
your original mind.

Don't you know
it is always Me,
giving you
the influence you always seek?
Jan 2013 · 585
Just Pretend.
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
I'm almost always uncomfortable.

I said.

She told me to just pretend.

Pretend you are comfortable,
with who you are
with what you see
It will take some time
but you will learn and love
who you are meant to be.

I love you to pieces.

She tells me constantly.
I love you too
even if it doesn't pass these lips.
In my heart, I know
you are my best friend
and I'd be nowhere
if you and I were alike.

I love you more then any other on this planet.
and I will pretend for you,
so that I may grow to love me too.
For mom. I love you to pieces.
Jan 2013 · 542
Serenade of Winter
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Let the cold winds greet you
with a gentle bite on your rosy face
The spirit of winter means no harm
Listen to the Serenade of Winter
To not only hear,
rather to see the beauty she hides
behind the blinding white veil
For when the sun shines these short hours
A frozen wonderland is brought forth
Bathe in the cool Winter light
This wonderful Serenade comes and goes
like the day and the night.
Every year a new song is composed.
Jan 2013 · 3.1k
Sparrow - Simon & Garfunkel
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I won't share my branches with
no sparrow's nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast."

Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the Swan,
"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard."

Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow."

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
These are lyrics to the song "Sparrow" by Simon & Garfunkel. I had the urge to share this beautiful wonderful piece. Defiantly recommend checking out this song.
Dec 2012 · 542
Dancer on the Shore
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Whether the heavens cry
or shine brightly
whether the seas roar
of if they gently lick the shore
she will be there
dancing,
dancing her sorrows away.

As long as her heart beats
As long as she has reason
she will never stop
dancing her demons away.
A character of mine under development. I have met many people with amazing motivation and it brings me inspiration. It is my hope that I can be inspiring for others too. The dancer has became a result of their inspiration.
Dec 2012 · 991
Taunted
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Legs of skin so smooth
thin, and small *****
Thighs of muscles firm
sleek cheeks the perfect size
not fat and not white
speckled with hair.
hips of balance
never protruding
ideal for the lovers hands
belly firm and skin free of  
more dreaded speckled hair
steady hourglass torso
******* that perk
shoulders and bisceps
that cannot be pinched
arms soft and frail
for gentle strokes.
A smile of teeth, not gum
A face small and round.
Lips that know how
to kiss.

Like her.
or her.
or even her.
Everyday.
Dec 2012 · 369
Thick & Tall It Towers All
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
There is a river is flowing
where no eye has seen
and no hand has touched

You might say it does not exist

I believe it does.

Not far from the river
in a forest rich and lush of green
lives a particular tree
thick and tall it towers all
roots grow deep in the blessed earth
under the mountains they stretch
even under the river,
which helps it flow.  

This tree, like the river,
no eyes have seen.
no hands have touched.

Other then mine.

You say it does not exist.

Watch as I bring them to life.
"Everything you can imagine is real." -anonymous
Dec 2012 · 762
Kiss
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
You spoke no words
only with your wonderful eyes
sadly, the memory of the colour has faded
soon everything will
because I awoke
You truly wanted me
and I gave myself to you
lips sealing,
hearts beating,
adrenaline heating.
Perhaps I underestimate
my abilities with my kiss
It seems easier
when I know he wants it
It was easy.
The hardest part
was accepting the dream.
and knowing I will
never be able to return
to him.
A familiar face
with golden hair
and delighted smile
when he met mine.
No words.
Only the kiss.
and the touch
of our hands uniting.
He loved me
for who I was,
what he saw,
he wanted....me.
I cannot make sense
of this dream.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
I am just waiting for something to happen.
that will save me from the demon.
he has followed me
for more then five years time
you may as well be my shadow.
Amidst my times of joy
he will strike
and consume me.
weak and broken,
I am just waiting for something to happen.
Over and over again.
When will the demon leave me be?
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Faces...faces
I have many faces
I am the Happy Mask Salesman,
travelling from far away places*

We met in purgatory
I became lost on a familiar street
city lights flickering
Where could I be?
And I heard his eerie chuckle
echo in the night
I became full of fright.
Was the voice far away
or was it near?
Then he spoke...

Lost are we my dear?

Appearing from the dim yellow glow
a man dressed in violet
greeted me with his grin
and a hello.

Faces...faces
I have many faces
I am the Happy Mask Salesman,
travelling from far away places


There a mountain of a bag
on his frail skinny back
Indeed it contained faces
Indeed he was a seller of masks
Why do you sell these sir?
I had to ask
to push away fear
with my curiosity

He laughed lightly,
perfect teeth reflecting.

Oh my dear,
it's quite fascinating you see!
Wear a mask,
and you can be who you want to be!


Now I wanted to know more
The devil has intrigued me.

If I don't like what I see,
I don't have to be me?

*That's right.
My exploration of the representations of this significant character from Majora's Mask. I have been conjuring this idea for quite some time.
Dec 2012 · 426
Sun
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Sun
You rise
and the shadows run and hide
they linger behind us in fear
this is a time of the light;
a time to delight
in all things brought to life
by the glory of the Great Star.
When you sleep,
your friends of lesser light
guide our way
You never leave us
You never forsake us
Even when the shadows
come out to tease and play.
You make the darkness
a place to survive
as long as we believe
Your light always shines.
And soon its time again,
You rise.

*And so do I.
Dec 2012 · 455
"Let's Runaway."
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
As I am now.
I don't miss you.

who you were then.
You played with my heart.

Just one day.
You took away so much time...

I would go back.
Why do you want to go back?

To feel alive again.

You will only get hurt.

I know.
Dec 2012 · 765
Black Bile
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Under the gloomy fall sky they say
cold and dry, a world of decay
Too much earth is a body of black bile
The road of melancholy stretches for miles

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to breathe
the air of Spring.

''Like a glass of wine'', the wise one proclaims
flowing like fish through your veins
Dark bitter-sweet liquid fermenting
You cause this heart lamenting

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to feel
the fire of Summer.

Humour me this, the four of you
We seek balance, we seek truth
Perhaps the artist cannot be cured
We are born to fly like the broken bird

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to drink
the water of Winter.
For Josh, my ally,  and my beloved friend.
Dec 2012 · 595
Ég Anda
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Breathe in.
Breathe out.

You're alive.
You're awake.

Breathing feels good.

Your blood is moving
The rhythm of your soul!
Embrace it!

Smile at strangers.
Smile at the mirror.

Today,
Tomorrow,
& Tonight, I will win a battle.

If you can breathe,
and find a reason to smile,
may you win many battles.

I am your ally.
I will tell you
of the greatest gift,
of the greatest power,
of the greatest weapon,
this world has ever known,

if you ask me


Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Inspired by the song Eg Anda by Sigur Ros (* I do not own the title of this piece)
Dec 2012 · 649
Sweet Twilight Death
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Oh sweet twilight death
There is no absence of love
Not even in the darkest place,
A kiss of warfare
Did not stop my bride,
My beautiful maiden,
A haunting symphony
Dances on the foul wind
This wedding melody
Has been twisted so sweetly
By the twilight death
How can something so wonderful
Exist in such destruction?
Blossoms of blood,
Flowers of gore,
Beauty and the beast,
It is not a mere fairy tale.
Love leaves entrails of fear
Hope buries the carcass
My lovely bride,
Her eyes like starlight
Glisten in comparison
To the constellations
They too dwell in a dark place
Light that will never fade
Her skin like pearls
Pure despite the filth
Despite this broken earth
Oh sweet twilight death
Even in this hour of demise,
Love is burning brightly
Love cannot decay
This poem was an old assignment I dug up from my writer's craft papers. The assignment was to allow coexistence between the ugly and the beautiful. I can honestly say I didnt know they could coexist until I experimented with many words. It was difficult, but I really enjoyed this challenge.
Of course I also believe almost anything can sound beautiful if you add the right words. Beautiful and ugly can live in harmony.
Dec 2012 · 1.0k
The Dream Infection
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Sleep is my escape.
My sweet temporary,
lost in  the imaginary,
ignoring the contemporary,

escape.

A love that I hate.
Because of this disease,
the twisted reality tease,
lost in the seven seas,

help me I pray,
continuously.
never-ending.

This is what I see
shades of the sky
sweet vista I crave,
but it fades
as I wake
Reality infects imagination,
soon it dies.

This is no place for a dreamer.

Seek your allies.
Many fight your battle, my dear.
They are not all far away, they are near.
This is war.
Because you listened to the mirror.

*But how do I find them?
I realize that my compositions lack structure....I'd like to improve that, but perhaps it reflects the nature of me.
Nov 2012 · 926
Not Today Death, Not Today.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
This is the end

On the ground and in the mud
Body trembling and body curling
As if I were returning to the womb

This is the end

It came from the sky
and death rolled to me
in the shape of an egg
I was ready to die

This is the end

Eyes closed
waiting for the end,
but the end never came
it was a dead grenade

Not today death, not today.
A heart pounding dream I had last night. I was in the middle of what appeared to be a war. People, strangers and familiar, were dying. Bombs exploding everywhere. I fell down, hoping I would be hidden among the dead when a grenade was thrown at me. I saw it roll right next to me, but it never exploded. WHAT A RELIEF! But still, I wonder if these dreams have a parallel  connection to reality.
Nov 2012 · 1.6k
Eros
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
You are everywhere, Eros
Everywhere but here
holding my hand,
looking deeply into my eyes
and beating within.
You can't hide from me, Eros,
I see you on her lips.
I see you in his gaze.

Eros, I dream of you
I cry for you
I wish for you
and I pray for you.
Eros, grasping you
is like trying to catch smoke
within my hands.
Eros, you like are smoke.
because you cause me to suffocate.  

Eros, you are hiding in his heart.
A heart that is not in range
to hear my rhythm.
Look for me. Listen to my song.
I'm the dreamer, dreaming out loud
sleeping under the tree.
Wake me up, Eros,
so together we may climb.

Eros,
I miss you.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
It lingers in my heart
Sing me a song,
sing sadness away
Nov 2012 · 745
Of Strangers & Dreams
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Alone with you in a small dark space
I don't know who you were,
I only knew you were shaking with fear,
hiding from everyone
because you thought you were a monster

I wrapped my arms around your torso
I wrapped my arms around a  stranger
Feeling your rapid heart beat against my chest
Sending the rhythm throughout my body
We stood there, unmoving
Just holding each other, so close.
It was beautiful.

Your rhythm began to calm
as my hands gently stroked your back
as my voice whispered a hush
and I sang to you ever so softly
with a voice only angels have
I tamed your heart.

I only wish to feel that again
with my head against your chest
I never saw you before in my life
You only exist in that dream
and you were beautiful.

Who were you,
Why did I see you,
I don't even know your name
and the memory of your face is fading
Your heart felt so real
Do you exist in my world?
Or will I onlyremember
those moments together,
I was alone with you
in a cold dark space.
And it was beautiful.
A dream I had last night. I often have dreams like this, meeting a beautiful stranger, a face I have no recall seeing in the real world. I wonder what it means, or if it means anything at all! It is a bitter-sweet feeling in the morning.
Nov 2012 · 1.2k
Mind vs Body (Haiku Series)
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Discomfort lingers
flaws cause agony
& insecurity



I want to like me
My eyes disagree
The mirror is misleading



Beauty lives in the heart
Would I be
happier if I were her?



It is relentless
I cannot help myself
Comparisons



Freedom is alive
My wings are broken
Healing takes time
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
I'd rather be in this world
where we share our hearts and stories
Instead I am prisoner to an essay
that is due tomorrow morning

Art history is interesting
It intrigues my hungry mind
But I keep tumbling into blankness
The anxiety is leaving me blind

Please pray that I finish it
and that I get a reasonable grade
If you can give words of encouragement
you will have my night made

you will have my thanks!

I hope I'm not up too late
I hope I have some time for sleep
Good -bye for now hello poetry
I think its time for tea.


Miah~ the weary procrastinator
I think I'll make some chai... it has caffeine.
PS. You are all beautiful.
Nov 2012 · 461
The Artist of Earth
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
The Earth.
A gift. A precious gift.
Why do we treat it so harshly
or rather neglect the Artist?
The world.
It meant for us to cherish. to protect. to change.
The world is yours,
yours to see
yours to smell
yours to taste
yours to hear
yours to touch
Your time on the earth is precious.
Why invest trying to blend into the world,
to become a part of it?
Listen children,
you were born to stand out.
You have wings.
Solid ground beneath your feet
is where you feel comfort.
You've forgotten,
You have wings!
Time is precious,
yet there is a time for everything.
It's up to you to divide
Just remember,
You were born with wings.
You were born to protect. to change. to cherish.
But most of all,
to LOVE.



Miah, daughter of the Artist
Nov 2012 · 1.2k
Glataður á sjó
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
loyal vessel keeps sailing
through the storms and through the blue
no land is ever sighted
but You promise me
the compass is true.
Nov 2012 · 7.4k
The Postman
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
You used to be a postman.
I saw one today
about your age
and remembered you.

You used to carry letters.
I asked you to write
Because I am not fond
of this digital world.

You know how to write.
I hope that you do
Only speak to me
with the words on the paper.

In the days you were e a Postman,
from a country across the ocean,
I wrote to you.
You never wrote to me.
I will probably write a revised version of this eventually so this is technically a rough piece. I wrote it now because it was today that I saw a postman...so it is still fresh in my mind.
Nov 2012 · 953
Heavy Feathers
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
I am flying
far away from the surface
where the monster can grab me
I am walking on water
I am just like Peter.
I fell.

But I did trust you.
What did I  do to lose control?
To crash?
I broke my wing.
The monsters  won.
Again I wait to be rescued.

But I don't know
Who I'm waiting for,
or why,
or if I should.
Nov 2012 · 992
La Douleur Exquise
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
This heart has memories
This heart had once beat along the melody of love
Somehow sorrow's web is still alive
The spiders met the butterflies
It was long ago, but the memory of this heart
won't let it go

How this heart wishes to be free
how this heart waits for a hero
how this heart longs for peace

Peace, all this heart wants now
Peace is what this heart needs to be free
There are no letters on the bed
No letters like the ones in the dream,
From the one who saved this heart

How it ails this heart
that the hero became villain

Did this heart create this villain?

Peace calls this heart to love the enemy
This heart longs for peace.
This heart longs for love.

But this heart is still lost.
Written over a year ago. I still write about the same one who influenced this. Inspiration is bitter-sweet I suppose.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
There is no prize in the bottom of your bottle
I wish you would put it down
Brother, because I love you.
I cannot stop you
But I won't stop loving you
and neither will He.
Brother, do you know He died for you?
You left home too soon
We didn't become friends, like I always wanted.
Brother, do you know I wish you were here?
You look for lovers
who leave you empty inside
She is waiting, and she has a beautiful heart
I can't wait to meet her.
Brother, I hope you understand what love should be
I wear a picture of us around my neck
next to the cross He carried
Hoping that your heart will change
Hoping that we will be closer someday
Brother, do you know I love you?
I think of you every single day.
And so does He.
For Nicholas
Nov 2012 · 769
Dear Veteran
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
You were in a place
We cannot fathom or compare
As if etched in stone
It never leaves your memory
That is why we silence our lips
Though our hearts are never silent
because you will never be forgotten
This is a small piece I have written to accompany a mural I created back in November 2010. I didn't realize how powerful words can really be until I heard that some of the veterans shed tears when they read this. This is for them. May our hearts always remember you.
Nov 2012 · 1.0k
Fantasies
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Hello October
Can we be friends?
I felt alone in the summer,
it was all pretend.
Now I miss the stars
and I miss the trees
I miss the feeling love gave me.
It's not hopeless, no.
A hero is coming,
please don't let this be
just another fantasy.
Hello October,
I'm glad we're friends.
I love seeing Autumn life again.

— The End —