"lionhearted" poems
she sat on a driftwood throne
at her feet lay the ruins of a stone man
her hair a wild world of winds draws you into her hurricane eyes
her lip a forest of meanings tender and soft
a single loose tear like a wild horse run free
she sat on a driftwood throne in all her glory
sun and salt water cadence to the living breathing dream
song of existence untainted
and now another song intrudes
one of loves lionhearted and bold
seafarer's son come of age
come seeking courtship of her soft hand
to be bound in the silken desire's both hot and sweet
and the dark ones such shy girl dare not speak
he brushes away the sand from her soft thigh
and within his mind romances such sweet
tender spot with a reign of kisses
but just then she arose graceful like the soft beatings of dove's wing
and emerging from the veil of his minds fanciful dreams
she laid before him her sandpaper eyes
so intense that summer sounds
like children at play and such soothing tones
could not hide her behind
he withdraws still no more than a child in her eyes
she desires a stronger, a true love
one that is not a fleeting fancy dream
one of a man who can speak his heart
the sand had invaded her driftwood throne
so into the dusk she sauntered slowly
with graceful flow
trailing his eyes behind her like glories of wishes
like worshiping doves
for such beauties perfection
he will return some day a man
once he has learned
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
Four years later, and I still sit up in the same bed at night with salt-stained cheeks.
I wonder how many lives have been lost in between these sheets.
how many loves are still embedded in the fibers of the comforter,
how many rib pieces lay stashed in the pillows from those horrible, heavy sobs.
You know the ones,
Where the fire dies in your hot air-balloon lungs, and they collapse in on themselves.
You can’t say anything, or feel anything but the crushing weight of your self inflicted silence.
All you can do is gasp, and gasp, and gasp for breath, but nothing comes out. It never does.
No one ever knows how much your heart bleeds for the people you can’t stand.
You offer them olive branches, while they offer you bile, and spit poison into your eyes with each syllable from their God-forsaken lips.
Do you remember when Jesus loved you?
When His face shined upon you, and He kissed the top of your head telling you that the light you possessed was greater than the shadow it created?
He was right.
But you’re afraid of the dark,
and have to turn on every light in the house just to make it to the bathroom.
So what good are your heroics if you burn yourself from the flame inside you?
You were supposed to be great.
You were one of the chosen ones,
the Lionhearted heroine
with a heart meant to fit inside two people,
but it was stuck in your small frame by mistake.
You can’t dance to a heartbeat that powerful.
Your bones know how to waltz,
but they’re old and tired from the thousands of dances
from the thousands of lives before yours.
You understand, don’t you?
Your hips just don’t curve like they used to.
But when the song ends,
and quarter notes turn into full rests,
maybe then you’ll get some sleep.
We both need it.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Do not stretch your fingers in my direction;
I am not your ******* or your heroine;
I am no drug to be addicted to.
My body is bruised and I am bent out of shape;
My ankles are all ninety degree angles;
And my knuckles are caked in golden hues.
The callouses on my heels are peeling;
And your spitfire attitude is exhausting.
"Simmer down, firecracker;
You lionhearted girl."
I'm flying at the speed of light;
I am going to crash, a beaten down piñata;
And nobody will pick up the pieces.
Simmer down, firecracker.
I'll simmer down when I'm dead.
(a.m.c.)
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
I once met this French man.
Just a brief encounter; but towards the end of it he looked at me
with almost pensive eyes,
slowly he said "I could love you".
I laughed aloud.
Was it cultural differences
for him to have said that so casually?
Or was he just the brave sort?
I mocked him, of course.
Condemned his lionhearted statement even.
His eyes never left me, all the while,
they looked like a sad storm now.
Like somehow he already misses me.
And that was the last time I saw him.
Despite him asking to take me out to my favourite restaurant.
Despite him asking to take me camping underneath the stars,
Or for a midnight swim.
All the things I like, really.
A year later, and I'm still thinking about this
beautiful, brave French man.
And what could have been.
Haunted by his sugar heart.
But it wasn't my colour to romanticise happiness,
or the feeling of being wanted.
But he was right and, I was wrong.
He could have loved me.
I just didn't let him.
Wherever you are in the world,
I am sorry.
I hope you have a good life.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
How fragile we are
To be finite beings
In infinite wonder and
Wandering
How frail we are
To block out the life giving sun
With the shade of technology and
The shroud of mass media
While still somehow managing to
Shelter ourselves from reality
Take a step back and
Take a look up
Everyone would benefit from this
But to ask it of all
Would be an order too tall
Some of us can
See straight through the clouds
To the truth beyond and
We know there is a burning answer
But don't let that fool you
Because let's face it:
Not every question
Has the right response
Not every problem
Was meant to be resolved
Everything happens for a reason
I'm told
But the hardest part
Is figuring out if it's good or bad
It's called life
Because you have to be there
To live it and
Prove that you're alive
It's called laughter
Because you have to lean back and
Let go and
Just let it happen
It's called love
Because you have to really try and
Learn from each other
To make it legitimate and
Lasting and
Real
So I don't mean to discourage any of you
Because everything is going to be quite alright
Just don't forget when your time comes
To be fearless and ready to fight
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
If you only knew how much you meant to me
Then you would understand how we're meant to be
When you smile at me with those beautiful stars
Everything stops, everything is silent, the moment is ours
Your eyes.
A golden flame cascades as a flowing green meadow dies
You're a lion heart.
Courageous and brave. You had pride from the start
A hurricane of thoughts of you begin in my head
I'm blindfolded. Where am I being lead?
Light overcomes darkness. Joyous bells ring
And there in front of me stands
My lionhearted king.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
i. lionhearted girl
with teeth and ambitions bared
in a gentle heart.
ii. the strongest metals
between iron and silver
are your elements.
iii. a force of nature
like a warm ray of sunshine
on a winter day.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
My best friend's younger brother
was cornered by older girls today
and punched in the eye—
because he wasn't athletic
and they thought that made him weak.
Haven, kiddo, let me tell you:
in that moment,
(any moment,)
you were anything but weak.
I promise you with all my heart
that you are and always will be
stronger than all those girls combined.
Because even after just eleven years,
you know a lot more
than a lot of adults out there.
You've been the little guy,
but you stand up for the little guy, too;
and you're honest;
and most importantly,
you never forget to say "I love you."
And Haven, just remember:
no matter what anybody
tries to etch into your self-esteem,
you are not weak.
You are lionhearted, which also means
that sometimes people will
underestimate you
because of how gentle you are.
But don't ever apologize for that.
They don't call the lion the King of the Sahara for nothing.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 9:08 AM UTC
A four corner chamber
where hardship intrudes and
darkness seems to be endless
Years of agony and anguish
have make the souls numb
yet still too sensitive
The anxious ones silenced their mouth
while those lionhearted tried to oppose
but failed as success is hard to reach
Pessimism?
Many candles of aspirations and hopes
had flickered to its death
and the fires that are still luminous
are relying with prayers
They are all in place
but they don't know where they are heading
as the chamber changed the routes
to the paradise where they must be
The chamber separates their wisdom
and strangles their thoughts
to create mindless puppets
that forbids to move unless controlled
But don't worry,
as you can be free from here
moving to a wider chamber
where you will conquer "life"
a darker place full of inevitable trouble
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
Serenity under the ripe lurid sun
The steady breeze of air
From the mountain peak
Created sublime hymns
of rebirth and restoration
And filled the chasm in my heart
Through and through
Enclosed in auroras majestic luminescence
Weightless and lionhearted
Unconstrained by trivialities
Of everyday obligations
I pondered on the authenticity
Of new found clarity
As I fed on the tantalizing
aroma of euphoria
I savoured each breath
When I emerged
From the picturesque surrounds
I prayed I had abandoned all my convictions
In the field of yellow stained daffodils.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
people say to me so often,
"you're so strong."
"I don't know how you deal."
"I couldn't handle that."
but do you know why I'm "so strong"?
it's because I've always had to fight.
it's because every horrible thing that I have ever been through made me this way.
it's because every time I've been ******* over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten.. I got up, brushed myself off and kept it moving.
it's because I believed in brighter days and overcoming the obstacles that life threw at me to get there.
but don't get the wrong idea.
i've broken down so many times, you couldn't fathom.
wanted to end my life so many times, you can't imagine.
so please don't doubt..
that I've never been weak.
never been brought to my knees.
begging God to help me please.
i've been through it.
the whole 'why me, why here, why now'.
but I've learned that you don't question the process because later is greater.
you don't fight the process, just have faith in the Creator.
you gotta trust the process so you can see the progress.
And I've heard that whatever a man thinks he is, so shall he be.
Therefore,
I am..
Powerful.
I am..
Courageous.
I am..
Wise.
I am..
Lionhearted.
I am...
Strength.
[r.r.r.w]
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
I've put courage in my heart and lightning in my hand
I strike the ground with enough force to topple buildings
My war cry is heard from every mountain
My spirit, an eternal flame burning as bright as the sun
And my tenacity, equal to a thousand lions
My war mask hides all fear
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
Breakups are for the brave:- those who do not fear to continue their lives alone when the bi-cycle ends and their ride or die leaves when the ride has died.
Those courageous enough to carry themselves up when their lover lets them down and those valorous enough to accept that they will never hear words of the person that called them dear because those words now deafen the heart’s ear.
Breakups are for those ready to be the latest lionhearted lonely losers—the spunky sobbing second-soulmate-seekers.
No coward can part with the person that pats their body parts when life poses pitiless; no one has ever said “it’s over” and meant it without being valiant-
and so, the next time you feel you are done, I hope you will be brave enough to be done.
Nov 10, 2022
Nov 10, 2022 at 7:16 AM UTC
Your llove is nectarous
Yes I said nectarous
It is of nature
It is delicious and sweet
Your love is courageous
It is brave and fearless
Your love is bold
Your love is daring
Your love is lionhearted
Your love is venturesome
Your love is kind
Your love is beautiful
Your love is perfection
but most importantly your love is mine.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
you are made of many girls,
all longing to be lighter,
softer, sweeter, less hurt,
less intense, not
a burden to bear.
your kiss scalds with the promise
of forevers. you swore your allegiance
to boys who were unsure of you,
left them dizzied & breathless,
yearning for the empty space
you once filled,
the missing lodestone,
left them lost.
you struggled ceaselessly through the fire,
rubbed salt in your own wounds.
i can still trace the story of your suffering
in scar tissue sewn across wrists.
but you need never apologize.
the wildfires burning in your wake
may have scorched & singed your skin,
but you are not yet scattered ashes.
do not say ‘I’m sorry’ for survival.
your brain is a battleground,
marred with years of misuse,
but you need never apologize for what you are.
when they ask about your flaws, tell them
what it took to get from then to now.
tell them you are lionhearted.
remember, you are a cosmic body.
your bones are made of starstuff
& when you breathe in,
welcome the universe
filling your lungs.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
i lost myself
so i went for a drive
& the cracked payment led me here
i then pulled to the side
on that foggy night ride
& remembered my dreams
& the mountains i'd climbed
& the dragons i'd slain
& the nights i was weak
- but decided to stay,
if only for
one
more
try
to just stay
just stay,
oh please,
please stay.
so on that foggy night drive
i found myself
on the edge of that bridge
just repeating a phrase
& then i realized:
my soul is fierce,
my heart is brave,
& from here is where all the best stories are made.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
child, don't be afraid
does the weight of the world feel heavy on your shoulders?
does your love mirror the affection that you're given?
do you feel alone when the lights go out?
there's a glimmer of hope shining through the pavement
can you see a new beginning,
like the one you've been craving?
is it enough to make you get through the day?
or are your demons chasing you,
throwing you back into the fray?
child, don't be afraid
are you aware that you are the only one in the world?
can you see how lovely you have the potential to be?
do you have the courage to wholeheartedly be yourself?
please, don't feel alone
when it all comes crashing down.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
*Serenity under the ripe lurid sun
The steady breeze of air
From the mountain peak
Created sublime hymns
of rebirth and restoration
And filled the chasm in my heart
Through and through
Enclosed in auroras majestic luminescence
Weightless and lionhearted
Unconstrained by trivialities
Of everyday obligations
I pondered on the authenticity
Of new found clarity
As I fed on the tantalizing
aroma of euphoria
I savoured each breath
When I emerged
From the picturesque surrounds
I prayed I had abandoned all my convictions
In the field of yellow stained daffodils*
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
Be my muse
Entangle me with fear
A blossoming lotus
Makes me lionhearted
Quickly still
Powerful will
Gather the disseminated members
We shall proceed to the next
The chassis is ready
Caress my heart
Be my muse
Embodied in violet
It sinks to my bones
Elegance perceived
Luminosity received
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I cut off two fingers from the hand of the poet who can’t stop from writing the hymns of her.
I put them in my ears so I could escape the redundant song
About the girl with the face that inspired the seas and it’s depths
And the sun
And the moon
And the stars
And a spirit that defeated them all
I would’ve used two of my own, but I need all 10 to compose this sacrilegious psalm
Because I value Beauty not
Although I guess it’s only me
They’ll adorn your scars as long as they don’t bleed
and applaud your broken bones as long as they aren’t visible through busted seams
And they live to hear her story
No matter how old or recent
But If you look like the hell you’ve gone through they’d rather you just
Didn’t.
Or perhaps you prefer that narrative
of hate
And slaughter
And lust
But no matter how many time it’s spun
I still can’t seem to trust
The girl with the mind that dared to lock eyes with the void and it’s breadth
And time
And space
And death
And a soul that embraced them all
She’s prayed for the devil one too many times and that’s probably why he won’t leave her alone
Cause she’ll tell you her name is fearless
And that she’s mystical and cold
But really she’s Banality
And her lionhearted stories
Old
I suppose it’s not her fault
Nor is it Beauty’s either
That their tales are all derivative
And clichéd, their Author’s leisure
They’re shrines to archetypal aspiration
Overwatered brain garden
Concept vegetation
So I pulled up Beauty’s roots
And those of Banality too
And reveled in their surprise as a **** like me ripped them from the view.
And I plant them here with me
amongst the blooming Apostasies
And how willingly they drink
My Eucharist of impiety
And now I sit with open veins
And written in my blood this
Antiphon remains
But since we’re all just echoes in the void
I’ll know you’re lying if you say
you didn’t lick your fingers anyway
when turning the pages of this introit
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC