*River Styx*River Styx, Hades bound*River Styx*16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silent ferryman makes no sound
His boat contains human sorrow.
Departing souls, no tomorrow.
Day and night boat departs
Shades of dead with fearful heart
Should they have a coin to pay
Passage assured, on their way.
You have no coin? journey short
No way boatman will abort
Bound for Hades, time of fear
Trembling souls, hour is near.
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,It's not easy being a guy2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the depths of your mind,
That it's easy being a male,
but let me tell you, that's a lie
Do you know how it feels,
to reach societies expectations,
and if you fail to do so,
must give everyone an explanation?
Or the pain you feel,
when walking with a group of friends,
and a lone girl walks by,
and you stare at her instead.
Not because you lust over her,
or because she's revealing,
put because she has beauty,
like an angel in the clearing.
But you must want to rape her,
or call her a slut,
and because of wishful thoughts,
you have the right to be punched in the gut.
And what's the point of compliments,
when they come from your heart,
you're obviously being sexist,
wasn't that your intention for the start?
Do you know how it feels,
to be raped and feel meaningless,
but to be shunned by society,
And blamed for feeling so senseless.
You are a guy,
“strong proud and tall”
you're not a girl,
so it doesn't matter at all.
That is painful,
to hear an
Hope is: Unburnt Toast for BreakfastI sigh - weary as the morning tries to wake meHope is: Unburnt Toast for Breakfast15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And turn away but lift my heavy head,
I thought nothing in this world would ever break me,
My back is strong; my heart was weak instead.
Light patterns shift and sway as I breathe gently
Moving from the comfort in my bed,
Where last nights dreams are fading – incidentally
They were all of you and all the things you said.
I stumble from the bedroom and I have coffee
I look through a magazine that I have read,
I wonder what I’ve salvaged - what’s left of me?
To face days like this when I am made of lead.
A slice of toast with butter is like cardboard.
Why is the kitchen painted shades of red?
My mouth feels cloying, its annoying to eat food
That won’t go down, sticks in my throat instead.
Today is just like yesterday: sat here eating toast
I ride with it, I’m just taken where I’m led,
Sitting in the kitchen in the morning, feeling lost,
Crying in my coffee, tears needing to be shed.
Half the toast always l
To the Friends That I Have LostTo the Friends that I have lost.To the Friends That I Have Lost10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For my burdens and my costs.
For the times I let you down.
All the times I made you frown.
For the person I pretend to be
and the real me that you rarely see.
For depressed moods that I'm in.
For my deepest darkest sin.
For the times I failed to be a friend,
the times I didn't stay to the end.
The times I wish I could take back
The skill, the strength, the courage I lack.
For all the times I thought those thoughts that one should never think.
For all the times I proved myself to be the weakest link.
For the times I feared talking to friends
and the times I did not make amends.
For the wrongs I did not right.
For the times I'd want to fight.
For the times I did not try my hand.
My foundation seemed built on sand.
To the Friends that have left me for good for whatever I did wrong.
For when all sang a certain tune, I sang a different song.
For the times I've broken people's trust
and the times I wasn't fair or just.
For the times I silently judged.
Past DuesWhen I look backPast Dues21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(it’s going to hurt a lot)
The day when you and I are naught
(like a VHS tape off the track)
The day you actually leave
(When I accept it I might cry)
No, I will
No, I won’t
The day you actually leave
I pray and hope to God
I won’t cease
The day you actually go
to do with myself
I don’t know
Denial first, anger second, anguish third, numbness last
The day you remain my past
The amazing Making OfWhen, while growing up,The amazing Making Of7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
push comes to a shove, that's
when you watch the amazing Making Of.
O the wardrobes, up the stairs they smell of glue!
O the celery in the foley room.
These alchemists they walk
cloaked with storyboard!
And you know you could be useful,
because your ear hears color, not sound.
So you know you could be useful,
for even as a baby you knew the world of movies
wasn't just round.
Your real name it lies with this kin.
Kneel down, so that you will be knighted
and at last welcomed,
and at last may it be
that from your unemployed skin you will break free.
I miss youI miss you with all my heart.I miss you13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I miss you every time we part.
You would make my day,
If you would just stay.
You make me smile,
If only for a while
I wish you would stay,
I wish you would make my day .
You are the reason I wake.
You are never fake.
You are all I need to be alive,
To be like you I strive.
I miss you so,
Please don't go.
Words can't describe how I feel
The pain is so real.
I miss you,
and I pray you miss me too.
Lost DreamI always thought we'd be together.Lost Dream20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I truly hoped we'd be forever.
It wasn't written in our stars...
I wasn't Venus to your Mars.
You always needed to be free...
Wouldn't tie yourself to me.
I'm really sorry I have to go...
How I loved you, you'll never know.
You flatly refused to believe...
Thought you were always deceived.
You used to say I'd leave one day...
Inevitably, along the way.
Maybe you were right to be afraid...
A worse mess might have been made,
If we had crossed the lines you drew...
To keep me separate from you.
You made sure the divide was wide...
I couldn't cross over to your side.
My heart would break to make you cry.
So, I whisper a soft goodbye,
As these tears roll from my eyes...
While I heave such heavy sighs,
For beautiful might have beens...
This lost dream that never begins.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
Lonesome SoldierThe sky's coloured like sandLonesome Soldier7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reaches into the darkness
Your eyes are dead
Defunct by all the voices
That keep you awake at night
Whispering all the things
You are not
You never accomplished
But should have managed
You are a marionette
Whose ropes have been cut
You are alone
Without a leader or clue
You have either a map
Or a compass
You don't know why you're here
You lost your will
The word "help", means "weakness" to you
You rather fight against everyone
You are your own greatest enemy
You don't know how to trust yourself
You don't want to talk
You rather stay alone
With your dark thoughts and feelings
Let them tear you apart
You stray through sleepless nights
Haphazard how to find your way
Because you don't care about anything
Nothing's important to you
With every thought
You separate yourself
More and more from the others
Into your own world
That consists of shadows, self-painted
Hopefully one day you notice
That everything only happens in your fantasy
UntitledMet this young beatiful sad girl little over a yearUntitled9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her eyes screaming for help but no one could see
scared to open up cause no one understand her
with scares on her body she within lies of hatred toward herself.
feeling so alone in her own world.
Only person who truly understand her live thosuands mile away
She "cut' just to feel again
she cry but no one hears her.
wishing she was happy but when she is its only last for soo long.
She's GoneShe couldn't keep her head upShe's Gone17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She couldn't keep the gun down
She couldn't keep her hopes high
Now she never makes a single sound
She couldn't help but feel weak
She couldn't hold on for a day longer
No one to wipe the tears from her face
No one to make her feel stronger
Now she's gone
Like a ghost train bound for nowhere
Like a whisper of smoke rising towards the sky
Gone like a shadow passing through an empty hallway
And nothings going to bring her back
She couldn't keep a smile on her face
She couldn't dry her tears
She couldn't go on with life knowing
She's never felt love in years
She couldn't help but feel helpless
She tried to hold on for one more day
But her grip on life was slipping
Now she's on her way
Now she's gone
Like a single heart engulfed in flames leaving nothing left
Like a single smile that faded into a frown
Gone to where the tears don't fall and where she's loved
And nothings going to bring her back
MohnblumeSo hebt sie stark ihr KöpfchenMohnblume4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reckt sich der Sonne entgegen
Sie trägt ein rotes Schöpfchen
Man darf sie kaum bewegen
Öffnet sich, hat Mut
Zeigt ihre ganze Pracht
Ihre Blüten rot wie Blut
Behandle sie nur sacht!
Unschuldig und unberührt
Blickt sie zum Missetäter auf
Da hat ihr Anblick ihn verführt
Schon nimmt das Drama seinen Lauf
Es reißt und zerrt an ihr
Gleich hat er sie gepflückt
In seinen Augen sieht sie die Gier
Als er sich nach ihr bückt
Fällt nieder ihr seidiges Geblüt
Zerstört ihr wunderbares Wesen
Kam alles doch viel zu verfrüht!
..Und schon ist sie gewesen
Geworfen wird sie nieder
Nackt liegt sie auf dem kalten Gras
Erfüllt das Leben sie nie wieder
Denn nun ist sie der Würmer Fraß
Sometimes and alwaysGet out of my damnable head you beast,Sometimes and always5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've killed you now a thousand times at least,
Still you scare, like when I was young and weak,
It is so frightening, demoralising and bleak.
To know that you still control the inner child,
His inability to participate, to not be randomly wild,
Deep within, deafening screams are so loud,
Yet his cries are covered with a devouring shroud.
For decades now the civil war has been fought,
Brought to mental shores after the physical was stopped,
He at times is totally scared to sleep at night,
Frightened to sleep alone so he avoids the stress to avoid a fight.
Sleep is a luxury I rarely get,
so I grab a quick neeb before I forget,
I try to slow my mind and clear it of all thoughts,
Before I fall down the rope, hitting all the knots.
When you feel like giving upIf you feel like giving up,When you feel like giving up10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you feel life is tough,
and you sure you’ve had enough
don’t give it all up.
When you are hurting so bad
and you are feeling too sad.
Remember that everybody hurts too,
and everybody cries like you.
But before you call quits.
Before you throw in your mitts.
Somebody needs you here.
Somebody needs you near.
And when the road ahead is dark,
and you find you’re self alone in a park.
Nothing may feel worth your time.
But you are worth all of mine.
Untitled Italian SonnetMy sweet tooth's being pulled with rusty pliers.Untitled Italian Sonnet18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The zest for life has lost its savory—
It's bland and colorless in all I see.
Instead of just the things that I require,
I want to have the things that I desire.
I'm cloistered up, and under lock and key;
Can move my feet, but never can I flee—
Like walking barefoot through a patch of briar.
But, on the other hand, I can't complain;
Cos, by comparison, it could be worse.
I'm not completely bound by chilly chains.
It doesn't matter if I finish first.
Through fire and so-hot-it's-freezing flame,
I'll persevere and quench my lusty thirst!
DanksagungIIDanksagung19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Petrus, ich will Dank Dir sagen,
- ja, ich will! - und tausend Dank! -
dass Du unerhört die Klagen,
ob mal Regen übers Land,
ob mal Wind das Hütchen streifte
oder Eis die Straße blank
und die Wege weiß bereifte
oder heiß die Sonne brannt',
nein, wie Du's gemacht, so war
das Wetter IMMER wunderbar,
wusstest doch: selbst tausend Güsse
hindern niemals Zungenküsse,
darum dank ich Dir ganz klar,
Petrus, für das ganze Jahr!
The scentIt was in there and now it’s goneThe scent20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A perfume’s scent in elevator
Some lady ‘ve used for sheer fun
A triple norm one would consider
Exotic smell ran through my veins
My senses liven up with vigor
My countless thoughts and counted pains
Were gone. But know the scent is either.
I love(d) you guysThis is a little story about meI love(d) you guys22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love I hate I love I hate
I have all the evidence I see
And yes my mind still at debate
I love I care for my friends
For them, all I will do
But many friendships has come to an end.
Hell, I've even lost you
I wanted to be remembered, and loved
For all to care for my name
But pain blackened the white dove
Its one hell of a shame.
I love you all, and sadly I always will.
But the black. You all left in my heart will forever be still.
Trevon Harty 10/20/14
Yukito's SearchYukito's Search1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Moving a doll
Like wind would the leaves
My past led me here
To see how she sees.
A crow flies above
Its wings are a line.
It soars overhead
Like a bird out of time.
She stands on the skywall.
She's calm, but not free
And I start to contemplate
Who she could be.
She fell from the sky
One thousand years ago
She'll shatter the curse
And her spirit shall grow.
She'll relive the past
Through memory and pain
And soon she'll be washed
Away by the rain
But I know I'll save her.
I don't care if I die.
As long as night shatters
And she's free in the sky.
TimeOne two three years go by,Time16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
people are born, people die.
You never notice what you have
Until you don’t have.
People may come and go,
trust me hold on and never let go.
One two three years later,
finding myself back where I started.
All the wiser, but none the greater.
what would've happened if we never parted.
Would I be happier, who would I be,
if I had trusted the people around me.
One two three years pass on by,
but I still remember you saying bye.
There was nothing between us,
simply my friend.
But could there have been an us,
how would this story end.
One two three years go on by.
And still I remember you,
moving on to something new.
All the wiser, but non the happier.
All I can do is pray you're happier.
The sands of time flow on,
And peoples lives go on.
But how many have I hurt,
how many people have I left in the dirt.
Who would I be if I had stayed,
what would I be if I had not strayed.
Would you have been happier,
who’s life did I ruin?
Would I have been happier,
Haruko's RegretHaruko's Regret1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's always been there,
Like a thorn in my side.
Just standing and waiting
Like sand in the tide.
She looks up at me
With those hopeful blue eyes
And I find myself wishing
That I could be kind.
My one, only gift
Is a little stuffed pet
But I can't try to care;
I'll be further in debt.
But then she fell ill
And I did my part.
She'll finally be mine
(I wish) With all of my heart.
"We've only just started!"
And hope was so warm
But I was too late
And she died in my arms.
And now I'm alone,
But I know I'll get by.
'Cuz she's with me right now
And free in the sky.