Literature

Literature

The encompassing category of poems and stories.

An Ode to She Who Is Most

“An ode to she who is most lovely and a regret to he who is least.” ++++++++++To have been enchanted by moonlit lakes silver-lined is not the same as to have been enchanted truly. To have been tempted by gleaming golds and gems is not the same as to have…

Daydream Dressed

Do not fall in love with me. I will give you so many roses that their very touch becomes poison ivy. I will kiss you at every beautiful place, every park, every Paris, so that you can never go back without tasting me like blood in your mouth. Your dreams…

Silk Sheets

We sat among silent serenades and supper as the silk sheets passed over us. In the gentle clinks of shining silverware and the nonexistent murmurs of small talk, the beating of hearts cried breathlessly. It was a spellbinding experience among the soirée—filled with mellow music and pleasant food—yet it lacked…

Purple Vineyard

++++++++++Mistress Phoebe always grew green grapes on the wrought iron. From whatever tradition I did not know, but she always told me to make sure: the green grapes on the trellis, the purple ones on the soil beds. “The greens were best. Sweet for flavor, but green for sour.” ++++++++++I…

Verse XXXXXI 2011

Verse XXXXXI Hello again, Miss. Glad you could sit down for another tale. You know, I’ve been contemplating on whether I should continue these unhealthy habits. After all, my stories aren’t exactly the most beneficial, but at some point in time, I must have felt their importance. I needed to…

Settled Hearts

Dearest ivory, There’s a special sheen to your smile And a suzy shimmer in your eyes, Everything about everglades Emulate our exciting ties How tremendously I treasured you In troves ton-and-teeming But our tender thoughts thus Traveled lost and leaning As lepid loves lighten Like unlasting loves oft’ do Lieu,…

Grave of Dreams

Yesterday was the memorial. We had gone out and missed it. Perhaps it was meant to be, for no one had ever kissed it. Goodbye, went the mourner, the only soul who came. She had arranged her own funeral; the service, too, the same. The night was still eerie, and…

Yellow Strand

Maybe she knows of a quieter memory While she dangles her feet on the yellow beach Then the sound of waves behind sea debris Collides with the strand so sadly Sensations unbeknownst to the bourgeoisie Are to her and self also quite out of reach For under yellow shade sat…

Nightfall Loans

Midnight silence forebodes a shadowy blue That distorts reality into fantasies of its own And within a night, the petal blacks bled through Like spots of supernatural undertones Sable eyes under moonlit night peeped anew To view a fabled valley to sadness-prone But before twilight coffers had chance to accrue…

Armor of Brittle Ice

Two soldiers joined battalions at dawn’s first yawn Amidst shouts of war, one wore one more ++++++++++To say, “Two layers should suffice” While the other hurried down the alley ++++++++++With his armor of brittle ice The first was second to fight The second was first to lead ++++++++++While similar cries…

The Sad Dance of Joy

She spoke with such a sad whisper In the company of the clowns While their dancing deserved demur Their joviality was too down The ironies that fed once were < < < < < <     > > > > > > Continue browsing all poems! Back to all…

Seasons of Dead Water

I’d unconsciously oathed my life To a mud of misery at the altar For I don’t recall sacrificing pride For the sake of standing a little taller Summer rains bring sunshine warmth But such signs poorly augur For ending rains mean wind-blown leaves And a happiness forced to wander I…

The Forest of Smoke

++++++++++My grandparents knew of a little girl who got lost in the forest– Gone: like clouds in the night, dissipated under the guile of the moon. ++++++++++They told me her name–Jessica Gray–, and they told me her problem–lunacy. “She was always very strange around evening time,” they told me. “Avoid…

A Solemn Service

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Community Service Essay Today’s #1 Voted Article July 15, 2014 Photos | | Website Publication FOREWORD: This essay was written in response to a volunteer trip to Mexico on January 11th, 2014. Though it took me a while to finish the essay (school got…

Midnight Diaries Entry 9

In final epilogue we write in stature, my mind and I, for quite highly we’ve come to understand of that strange one-sided game called love. The night of dance has yet to come, but we have settled our concerns with quiet thought and mild distractions. My mind has found a…

Gates of the High Heavens

Time awoke for the first time ++++++++++Before the grandeur of the crystal gates While angels sought refuge behind the light A shadow slipped between the cracks ++++++++++Crumbling their columns of white < < < < < <     > > > > > > Lords Inherit | Witching Hour | Gates of the…

The Brown Room

The room was a slovenly mess: clothes were scattered around the floor, the mismatched desk and chairs were tilted out of place, the blankets were scrunched up in the corner of the musty mattress. Even the suits in the closet were unkempt and dusty, but I knew better. Strangers would…

Garden Belle

In blind enchantment we stood Before idle shadows that twine, ++++++++++stagnant Behind morning light and underneath flower vines Verdant perfumes colored the air in breezes of shine As shine itself meandered d ++++++++++++++++++++o +++++++++++++++++++++w ++++++++++++++++++++++n +++++++++++++++++++++++onto ivory trellises It was a strange occurrence (For oft we never agreed) but amidst…

Castle of Poets

In quiet keep, sat him in sleep The old poet lost in memories He chronicles the arbitreals Events recorded in mystery But in that castle fraught with hassles He mourned his work so suddenly He sat agape at the fate Of inconsistency in histories In fiery tone he shakes the…

Witching Hour

When the moon grows to its potency And the shadow of silence descends upon the land, ++++++++++A sable callousness paints its black fabric Forlorn, for the ill omen we must all bear ++++++++++Can be seen by the witching hour of magic < < < < < <     >…

Lords Inherit

The stable boy found a yellow flower Though not as pricey as the chests of gold in the back A present for the princess in the tower ++++++++++And the princes grew green as grass You see, talkers inherit the fortune ++++++++++While the lords inherit just sat and glowered < <…

9-1-7

Wake up. I blinked. In such sudden silence, I blinked away perpetual darkness for a more amiable vision. I cautiously reached for tangibility, but my numbed nerves could touch nothing but fuzzy ice. Reality remained remote. And so, in my waning shock, I focused more on remembering than worrying. You’re…

Inkwell Memories

Flickers of rose bend to the breeze As sadly backed, she sat abed Ushered under heartfelt unease The vermilion fire consumed her dread Consciousness under-minded fled To and into such flames of glee Keys embedded in thoughts instead Felt so content with false guarantees But at no point did she…

The Forest Man

He was lost. In such forlorn silence he sat. Wisps of whimsical wishes clouded the darkness of the room. The obscurity frightened him, for not only could he not see but also could he not breath. The air was a sullen, heavy fog of gray–the mind pollution of distress that…