A MasqueradeIt's hard to sleep on pillows damp with tearsA Masquerade14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and drenched with dreams abandoned long ago.
They're still alive, they whisper in my ears
and feed on dwindling hopes and Oh!, they grow.
I wear a mask so you don't ever see
the red-eyed guy behind the friendly face
who's swimming in an ocean of debris.
Rejected, lonely, fallen far from grace.
But late at night my patience's wearing thin,
I drop the mask and crawl into my bed.
And when I feel the cold upon my skin
I cry for all the tears I've had to shed.
Ma flammeLes beautés divines d'un monde oniriqueMa flamme19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ne sont de toi que de vulgaires mimiques.
Depuis ce jour où je t'ai rencontrée
Tu hantes toujours mes pensées.
Ta présence écaire mes idées noires,
Les remplaçants par des espoirs illusoires;
Ma sérénité n'est qu'un mensonge
Quand ton visage hante mes songes.
Ton bonheur fait mon malheur
Mais ton malheur plus encore;
Mon sourire est un leurre,
Derrière, je suis comme mort.
Je me ments en souhaitant
Qu'ils puissent te rendre heureuse,
Je ne tiens plus, espérant,
Une issue malheureuse.
Jalousie est mon nom,
L'envie est ma raison,
Ne subsiste aucun doute,
Mon être me dégoute.
Cependant je ne peux
M'empêcher de t'aimer
Car tu es le feu
Qui m'a embrasé.
Creator (Poem)Too long in this place,Creator (Poem)18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It never seems to end,
Every day is the god-damn same!
Surrounded by mess,
And inferior minds,
Yet I am the one who's insane,
Well I don't think so,
I'm not blind like your children,
I will not submit to you, creator!
Nor your children!
They will not be worshipped!
So you label me as a petty hater,
But you know it's not true,
The anger gives me the drive!
It motivates me to slay you down!
Then once you have fallen,
Even lower than me,
I shall enjoy stomping you into the ground!
But first are your children,
I shall deal with them,
And if I can't persuade, I'll destroy,
And when their plague comes,
And this world lies empty,
The silence is something I shall enjoy,
But maybe I will be victim,
To my own creation,
Just like you were above,
But I wasn't strong enough,
And I may never be,
But I'll still take away what you love,
You made them in your image,
Well I will make them in mine!
I will evolve them into intelligent beasts!
And for the ones who refuse,
Nothing ChangesFor nothing has changedNothing Changes19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We may be separated
But never apart
So why ?Don't worry my dearSo why ?1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll be right here
You almost fell in
With that wide and scared grin
That madness of yours
That everyone adores
Who knew it would be so contagious?
I guess it's one of my stages
I pulled you back out
But you screamed
And I didn't know what was it about
But it wasn't what I dreamed
Madness is but a monster
Who is just an imposter
I slipped and fell in
And it all had to begin
It consumes you
And I don't know what to do
Laughter is the only thing I know
So I just go with the flow
It's getting better
So it just doesn't matter
I can see why you fear
So just go to sleep my dear
Didn't you help me out of here?
Is this the endIs it broken beyond repair do they even care.Is this the end16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words like knives stabbing in, deepening the rift as cracks begin to from.
It starts in the mind and seeps out like a sickness infecting everything,
who's fault is it who knows, were all to blame for letting it get this way.
Countless days, months, years, of pain and stress built up to a high boil
ready to burst, I fear the worst is yet to come, that it has only just begun.
If I unravel, if I fall apart if I crumble beneath it all, who well be there to catch me when I fall?
Grasping at strawsLoveGrasping at straws17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It comes and it will go
Tears you apart of all you know
You fly through the clouds without a care
Where ever you land, your not aware
But there's always the other side
When love runs out, it's the end of the ride
Left in pieces, your hearts is broken
You're out in the cold without a word spoken
We were insane to hope that it could last
But we kept on anyway and had a blast
I still don't understand what went wrong
Probably end up in some sad love song
Will we ever speak to each other
or am I cast aside like an old lover
I still hold my hand out to you
The next move is for you to do
A Prologue to My ParanoiaI’m so scared of death.A Prologue to My Paranoia1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not out of fear for my life;
Out of fear for yours.
'Slowly Sinking'It is time to go.'Slowly Sinking'1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Waited for though
Dreaded this moment.
Movement has slowed,
While the sole sound
Is my heart ...
How its beat is speeding up
To my worst of luck;
Time to say farewell
And reach another world
I've never set neither these two
Very feet on.
This feels more peaceful than I
Have thought before ...
... More peaceful.
Where's the dramatic music?
The final sentence,
It's all gone.
Happening before me.
For a period I knew it would come,
Yet I never thought I'd feel
So calm and unemotional.
Just a pale face in surprise,
Memories of this life
Flipping away like storybook pages
At these eyes;
And while the slow-motion arrives,
I realise that I
Haven't even packed the luggage,
Gave a good-bye kiss,
But I'm fully grown.
Have never been ready for this;
The final sentence ...
It's all gone.
Oh Lord is this
Really happening so quickly
Or is it some silly dream?
I was really preparing for nothing;
Believing this would never be occurr
Teenage CrushTeenage crushTeenage Crush1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
False true love
No is so
Time of paradigm
UntitledDans une cage enfermé,Untitled19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Souhaitant la liberté,
L'Être se demandait
Ce qu'il n'avait pas fait.
Dans un excès de confiance,
Il a vu une romance;
Sur ses ailes il s'est élevé,
Uniquement pour mieux tomber.
S'étant cru malin,
Il ressasse en vain
Ses souvenirs ivoires,
Ses espoirs illusoires.
La corde tendue,
Sa foce décrue,
Soutient tant qu'elle peut
L'ombre du malheureux.