#artistic
I kiss you between two silences
Where the threads unravel
The days drag on
Carving a hole in the imagination
I will mend them with a desire
Bought from a street musician
I gave him a handful of obsolete dreams
Između
Ljubim te između dvije tišine
Gdje se konci rasplicu
Dani vuku
Praveći rupu u mašti
Krpiću ih željom
Kupljenom od uličnog svirača
Dala sam mu šaku zastarjelih snova
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 4:21 AM UTC
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Iceberg blue
Glistenshore
Torn from Hemingway
Slow, with pages of fluttering interference
Brightening, multiplying
Often into dream
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
I try to paint you,
but the canvas becomes a tomb—
swallowing every color
because it knows
you were never meant to stay.
My brush shivers
like a heart on its last hope—
calling your face from the ashes,
yet every line melts
into a wound shaped like you.
How do I carve your light
from a night that keeps stealing you?
How do I hold your shadow
when even shadows abandon me?
You are the storm in my ribs—
a tender ruin,
a beautiful ache
that keeps breaking me open
just to remind me I once loved.
Still I chase you—
through silence, through darkness—
believing that if my longing burns bright enough,
you might slip back into my hands
like a miracle I was never meant to keep.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:14 AM UTC
GLIMPSE
My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
a drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
waits with longing intense, retains no tears
as it remembers its cringes of final fear when it
jumped into your chest of steel, smell of fruit juice, water and old leather all around
My soul lays naked in a room of light while your music plays next door
two plumed serpents dance slow dances to rhythms of drums and pipes, notes of knowingness, sounds repeated
I listen again and again
Spacious a white room waits aged and innocent
in a no-zone forest of mushrooms, poppies and pebbles as the piano vibrates with silence
while Goddess does not speak of a mission that never ends, watching for symbols that appear and vanish while progress moves worse than a snail with a footsore over splintered glass
Surrender struggles to be free !
Drops in space hung on Venus threads
******* heaving and falling, passing tests of temperance, strength, solitude
swallow death and darkened silence deep
in a psyche of five thousand years
Across oceans of space my thoughts travel
not knowing whether they reach your light or
hermit in your head or the warehouse in which
you play with waves of froth on ***** sand
seals and gulls glide and shout
A lighthouse looks on still and sure
muck in the harbour awaits an embrace
fried chips beckon and call to fill my open belly of waiting Sun as love struggles for freedom on a higher plane with yours in ether on a wall I read
Still you sleep a hundred thousand sleeps of
fear and watchfulness
in the distance runs Skeleton Woman with tangled bones to be untangled
knowing that long ago she completed her work
of inner peace with honours
Spartacus and Helen looking on
I wait not for you alone but to fill your Heart
for another work of love, to drink your tears
slate your thirst ~become one, two, three to
ten again as dough rises with surprises inside
eggs fresh full, two yolks and cream to be
eaten on a jetty of harmonious voids
Love lost and found, lost and found
all over again
©ghairodanielspoetryandsong2003
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
It begins—
not with a shape, nor a line,
but a spark, a whisper, caught in design,
something unseen, not yet thought,
a seed before rising to light.
Fingers trace the unseen design,
pressing the silence, pulling the thread,
molding what stirs, what longs to be said.
The wheel turns, the rhythm wakes,
clay that trembles, bends, and breaks—
too much force, it shatters fast,
too little, and it cannot last.
Again, again, the hands return,
not to command, but to discern.
Then—
the self dissolves.
No hand, no clay,
only motion, only sway,
a pull, a pulse,
something rising from the space
between knowing and embrace.
No thought remains,
only touch, only trance,
only creation’s quiet dance,
shaping itself through the one who bends,
to where the art itself intends.
And when the wheel slows to its rest,
when breath is deep and hands are pressed,
who shapes, who surrenders—
the hands, or what they manifest?
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 5:54 AM UTC
I Up
Used Me
To Picked
Live And
On Around
One Came
Big You
Slope Until
Downward
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
she was artistic,
unconsciously making everything ravishing
she was poetic,
everything she did was aesthetic
—g.l
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 12:55 PM UTC
save the platitudes
for the post-breakdown shower;
towel strewn on the floor,
steam suffocating common sense.
too little to soothe the hate.
stained glass reflects broken pieces
of our souls, a low hum
ascending to screaming
before bursting, limp.
color stands still,
where glass once was,
attempting to rebuild it
more vibrantly, in rebuke
of the damage it barely survived.
before anything else,
know it meant nothing,
means nothing.
arbitrary value assigned
by an unreliable narrator
who drafted this story
out of spite, boredom,
hope, and rage.
the ballpoint is sharpened
against me and threatens
to tear it all away,
like the stained glass,
like your bones.
like all of you.
maybe a poem will save you.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
I've recently been told
That music's for the bold
And performance represents
A simple flow of confidence
While I think that's good to know
I think there's more to music's glow
Cause when I put my pen to paper
I want me to be the shaper
I aspire to hone my craft
And not come off as over-daft
But my music is my art
Communication from the heart
And that calls consideration
Of musicians' motivation
Cause when you stand up on the stage
It's true the listener's the gauge
Of if your music is worthwhile
Or should be thrown into the pile
So overall it's just a balance
Of one's skill, but also talent
So at the ending of the day,
The final thing I'd like to say
is...
A is for Adam
Atoms are for art
I'll write like a free radical
But on stage I'll play the part
May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 4:50 AM UTC
Far, up high,
An idol's cry,
Her shining tears,
Sprinkle the sky,
Infinity's tomb,
Brings cosmos bloom,
Bringing life,
And starlight's doom,—
—Shining through, Celestia weeps.
Painting warily,
Creating merrily,
Braiding hues,
Working wearily,
While painting shells,
Her eyes still swell,
Her canvas, sprinkled,
As shining tears fell,—
—Shining through, Celestia weeps.
Gaze shifting upon her opus,
To the Terra, formed with focus,
As she peers, she fails to notice,
Her heart's expire, soft necrosis,
Yet again, a grieving seep,
Striking hard, striking deep,
Off again, her focus turns,
Her mind taking a blinded leap,—
—Shining through, Celestia weeps.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC
I caught you feeling... you stupid...
How dare you feel and where's your brain?
I caught you working... you stupid...
Working all day hard with a level of thinking aligned
Properly!
I caught you learning, caring, helping around,
Trying to make life sweeter...
Helping a wound fade away
And the memory of that awful day become bearable.
Are you that... stupid, stupid! Why don't you keep it all to yourself?
I caught you having some ideals...!
High and of the brave Angels adored!
You stupid, stupid Child!
How dare you even dream?
How dare you believe and hope and scream and shout out your pain!
How dare you stay!
***
How dare you fight!
How dare you be what you are
You are not... Stupid... Stupid...
The heart that ruined all that!
How dare you be strong?
You did it all at some level but wanted much more!
How dare you be only a human?
How dare you be much more?
You got all tired of this... Stupid... Stupid...
And walked away.
How dare you be that strong?
How dare I admire you?
Stupid... Stupid...
Heart and Soul taken to a ride by the Mind!
How dare you walk away?
Stupid thing... no! Lie!
Image on a surface
To remind us all
When stupid,
When arrogant
And why.
I caught you enjoying life. Well that's stupid!
Again, you will get hurt, you stupid stupid thing.
I caught you thinking... are you that stupid...?
When will you learn to act? React.
Do something!
You stupid...
Why don't you angel for us and fly?
Show those wings that can carry the world to a better...
'You stupid? Why don' t you Angel inside?
Without feelings, without thinking, without?... Only a cold machine, smart!
Ah, I can finally breathe in and out!
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 3:45 AM UTC
~
*atop the Manhattan skyline
her similitude descends as rain
we see her wonderwork
we see her water-standing
her very abandonment of draperies
unassuming and artless
where the heedless moths settle
with bodies of mystic warmth
colored with rose and a dash of flame*
~
– for Audrey Munson
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
He is a talking flower with lips
made of curving petals.
Begging to hold his hand - which is a lovely saturation of pollen - is my unknown sunset quietly falling over him.
I never knew I wanted so deeply to feel him, now there seems to exist a safety within my thoughts I never knew possible.
In a way that is purely fantasy,
he spins the world so fast I’ve fallen off it.
Even when he walks he dances,
allowing me to slowly rotate in the vortex of his spirit.
How could I ever show him...
How could I ever let him see,
how he is the sinking throat
of dawn blessing me with vision,
and the medicine of my now fading paranoia.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
Does an artist have a responsibility
to steer their audience in a positive direction
or is honesty and self expression all that is required?
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
In a vast canvas, outside the spread of doubt
the feathers from my brush start to settle.
As my pupils stare through, I reach within my thoughts.
Every movement and every breath...
slowly desiccating through motionless actions of uncertainty and question...
Have I seen her before?
The harmonious sigh extracting a simple, no.
The spread of wonder inside and around me
start to grow
marching up and down the peering eyes
I tell myself that I know.
Density and silence
embracing the frames around her face.
Then I remembered something else and slowly smiled
inside
the awe of skepticism peering through me
I paused for a moment...
just to wonder.
Again, I wonder
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
Love is given to anyone born
Later on, it starts to prickle like a thorn
Between one's business and so on
The heart gets too crusty for love to grow on
But I swear I love you
My love is unswerving and true
Bigger than that dreamed by a romantic poet
Artistic than that painted with a great palette
I know you don't love me
Though, I couldn't stop loving thee.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
My thoughts could run a marathon
Faster than Usain Bolt
But they can't focus
All over the place
From here
To there
Up high
And down low
but they never stay GROUNDED
My words f l o a t away from me
Like balloons set loose by a child
"You don't care," they say
I care too much
I care to the point of pain
Am I enough yet?
I would cut myself open
Rip out my heart
How much of me is too much?
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
Today is a day to celebrate, not to be taken as a given
Nor take for granted the gift of this our mortal life
To praise which is to pass from here onto life eternal
Don’t you know? It’s a mother who forms the endless circle
Where the circle begins and the circle should end
She opens a door with a key held only by her hands
Calling upon angels of heaven to grant her a soul
She has known me from before the first kingdom
When the Father brought light to our existence
Even then, she knew my flaws to their very essence
She welcomed me without an ounce fear or reservation
In humility, in obedience to the Father, in loving kindness
By our Creator’s love, by mother’s choosing, her bravery
Today is her day
My mother’s day
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
In the silent night, silently your words like snow falls.
Icely freezing my heart, its frosty whispers
My soul freeze, my voice frozen
A avalanche of saddened tears fall.
My minds been rocked, an everest of thoughts in a crater I find
It's depriving me of oxygen
Our relationship was always a cliffhanger
It's a mountain we both lustful, wanted, needed to climb.
Waves of emotions washes over me roughly.
It breaks,
Every part of my broken heart drowning
feelings caught in a whirlpool
Rising inside of me, silently screaming
It's haunting.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
You fiddle with colors and make them bloom
Like cherry blossoms in a dismal room
You stitch the tatters and make it work
Into a masterpiece of various quirks.
You see the world as styles and hues
An artist mixing her reds and blues
To create a lilac sky with a sun that sets
Into a supernova skyline where flamingos nest.
You must keep that passion and hold it dear
As it burns away many doubts and fears
If Midas' touch turns all things to gold
You make lifeless objects into stories told.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
Same, same, same, same,
Same, same, same;
Words, words, words, words, words;
Something about love,
Something about life;
Copy // paste broken feelings;
Attempts at a deeper meaning;
Trapped with the same words,
Said differently;
Seven hundred plus posted poems,
Seven hundred more I scrapped;
But every one I write,
Feels like I'm on page one...
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
Steady thumping, thumping.
The boat travels downstream.
The water is brown, from silt.
The current is swift but calm.
Trees line the edges of the river.
Green foliage, thick on both sides.
The sky is blue with white clouds.
A bridge passes overhead, with cars.
Downriver, a large load is being pushed,
to the locks in the dam up ahead.
The water is deep now and dark.
An eagle cries out, and lets fly.
I bring the small vessel to a stop,
and watch all around me.
A train on the side of the water,
the barge moving away,
trucks on a freeway above,
the hum of shipping goods,
and the beauty of nature in one.
Tranquility, and constant motion.
I slowly begin to turn around,
and begin the steady trek,
upriver to where I began.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC