Nathaniel R Horn: Favorites

Jan 2013 Nathaniel R Horn

M W

All I can see
is what is wrong
with me.
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I wish I had my paintbrushes
nearly empty plastic paint pints
the gold is a dribble
the yellow has dried...
and cracked...
as if the sun has withered
and left the plants to die.

But the life,
dark forest green is growing
midnight blue flowing
out the top onto paint-glued wood.

I want to paint a landscape,
I want to paint the rain
I want to paint the moon
captured gleaming silver with slivers of cyan.
I want to paint my pain
rid it from my body
free it from my eyes.

You have to read it a certain way or else the end sounds like it needs more. But read a specific way to the right tempo, it ends freeing.

Jan 2013 Nathaniel R Horn

Always Marry An April Girl

Jan 2013 Nathaniel R Horn

Ogden Nash

Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.

Jan 2013 Nathaniel R Horn

picturesque love

Jan 2013 Nathaniel R Horn

kylie

picturesque love

you are a painter
and i am a
blank canvas.

paint a vivid
picture for me,
for us.

make sure to fill
my eyes with
the wonder and the
curiosity and the
infatuation that will
be present when
i see you for the
first time.

leave my hair
messy because you
are going to tell me
that you like it
that way someday.

include all of the scars
and the birthmarks and
the little wrinkles on
my skin that i hate,
because you will tell me
that you love every
little thing about me
down to the smallest
freckle on my cheek.

pay attention to all
of the little details.

you are a painter
and i am a
blank canvas
waiting to be turned
into something
beautiful.

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Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Paper

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Mark B Shuttleworth

Paper

I sat, staring
a raw paper, naked before me
it gawks at me, teases me, mocks me.
With a blank stare it intimidates me.
Ah, a pun!
Lost pun, without a home.
Perhaps I should file it
with so many other homeless puns?
They have no where to go.
Like a transient they stand
holding signs that read
"Will work for a storyline."
But they are not alone.
There are sentences, paragraphs,
poems and essays
with no end in sight.
"Come join us!" they cry.
"We will await the gods
imagination and inspiration!"

But as Christ delays his coming,
so do they.

But wait, and wait it shall.
Patient paper
Silent paper
The gods will come.
As thieves in the night.
In the dawns early light.
Ah yes!
You will not compel me to stare.
Taunting remnant of tree.

For the gods never come
while I watch.

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Yes, I love you.

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Broderick

Yes, I love you.

Yes, I sometimes day dream so much that I can't focus on holding a conversation.
Yes, I am terrified of speaking to you, but I don't sincerely blame myself.
Yes, I do get butterflies in my stomach simply by your presence.
Yes, I could swim for hours in the waters of your eyes.
Yes, I think you are of a beauty I see ineffable.
Yes, I write your name across my notebooks.
Yes, I do tell my friends about how I feel.
No, I don't stop after they tell me to.
Yes, I admire your halcyon ways.
Yes, I cannot resist you.
Yes, I must have you.
Yes, I love you.

I've been writing a lot of difficult to understand poetry (although the majority of them are in notebooks, not on here), and I wanted to write one easy to understand and simple poem that describes my feelings without a lot of smoke and mirrors.

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

response

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

jana f.

response

he raised his fist

she hit the ground

running

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Light

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Shawn Fisher

Light

What I feel inside
When I think of you is light
It brightens my day

(c) just another short one

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Formidable Foe's Nature!

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

T A Ramesh

Formidable Foe's Nature!

Biting cold, storm and earthquake
Remind about formidable beasts
Biting and eating sans any mercy
Innocent prey knowing nil of fight!

Disaster upon disaster when comes
All in one one has no word to say
Except succumb to *******
Silent sans mood to survive at all!

If at all survival is possible by chance
Perhaps it's for telling the story of
Formidable foe's nature to world,
Powerlessness of man before Nature!

As long as heaven is there hell is also there;
This is the story of painful pleasure of life!

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

This is not me

Dec 2011 Nathaniel R Horn

Joseph Emminger

This is not me

You show me your world,
catchy pop rhythms,
smiles and childish laughter;
I long for something more,
something different,
something that cannot be described
in words or song.
I know from the beginning
that this cannot be.

I show you my world;
you catch a glimpse through
the twilight gloom,
amongst distant thunderheads.
You can see, in the distance,
a vast, colorless landscape.
Mountains that disappear into the heavens,
endless plains outstretched into oblivion;
this is my world, you see?
This is me.

Your sweetness can be topped,
somewhat, with a cherry;
an ice cream sundae dripping with
warm fudge and decadent condiments.
But this is not me, you see?
This cannot be.