Futile Hope?Let me admire this world and all its beautyFutile Hope?21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Instead of showing me a soldier doing his duty
Tears for all the pain and loss I see
Exhausted of hearing about battle fields
Frightened of what the future yields
Tears for all the horrors there might be
Let me admire this world and all its grace
Instead of showing me another dead face
Tears for all the pain and loss I see
Exhausted of seeing this world crumble
Frightened of what next will rumble
Tears for all the horrors there might be
7/447: Fairy tale gone wrong.you weren't supposed to find out,7/447: Fairy tale gone wrong.21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she didn't want you to guess right
everything you dreamed of was forfeit
when she blew it all up that night.
a sudden drop in temperature,
the familiar face now foreign
everything you once knew well,
now kicked to the dust, forgotten.
love hurts, excruciatingly
but never forget the strength that it brings
you can find it in the most obvious hiding spots,
and can mean more than just two rings.
Eclipse of a damaged soulLet the darkness flowEclipse of a damaged soul1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and embrace it slow,
and do not stand in it´s way,
for it will triumph in the fray.
The world may darken
and life might harden,
but do not forget the light´s touch:
accept what happened even after so much.
After the darkest hours
and lone misty walks,
the frightful sight will lift, disappear
and a well known friend may near.
You see someone familiar
but still feel shiver.
You see but you can not understand.
It is comes from a dead land.
It helps you up
and offers a cup,
what is full of things you know.
You look up and see faint glow.
Darkness vanished from existence,
but in the distance
it lurks around the aether of nothingness.
You still feel the touch of darkness...
The world now changes
and your mood rearranges.
You now understand the point of everything:
meeting your damaged yourself who is missing.
Understanding your past story
brings you to glory.
Only one being will give you a hand,
when facing a turmoil where you stand.
It is only you.
Horror is a WhisperLong have I been a witness to horrorHorror is a Whisper16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and how do I wretch when it is portrayed...
Sharp teeth, a gaping maw, and mounds of gore
do no justice to that great word conveyed.
I beg you! tell me of what you know!
Is it a loud, resounding glimpse of Fate?
Is it a flash of Hell's suffering low?
No... And I hope you come to grasp its weight.
No... Horror is but a distant whisper.
Horror is a still, consuming darkness.
Horror is subtle–a cautious stranger;
one who'll enter your home in all his cruelness...
And it is time for him to take his cue
for Horror is the figure behind you...
The Wicked HarvestWell, I've been hurt so many times beforeThe Wicked Harvest5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that honestly, I'm used to it by now.
But even so my hands are stiff and sore
from reaping hate where love I did once sow.
And no one ever thinks they do me wrong.
"Too sensitive", is what they say I am.
I try to calm me down and just keep strong
and tell myself that I don't give a damn.
But give I do. So please, you go ahead
and treat me like a soulless, wooden doll.
Eventually I'll take all that you've said
and weave the words into a coal-black shawl.
A shawl that I will wrap around your neck,
rewarding you for bein' a total prick.
You're choking on your hate? Oh, what the heck!
To hell with you! Your presence makes me sick!
Ode a la pleine lune du nouvel eteOde à la pleine lune du nouvel étéOde a la pleine lune du nouvel ete18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Il fait frisquet ce soir,
La nuit est noire,
Mais un corps céleste brille de mille feux.
Dans l’air nocturne
La douce, pleine lune
Éparpille sa lumière comme des joyaux.
Le ciel est clair,
Un petit vent dans l’air,
Le murmure calme des arbres près de l’eau.
Cœur rempli d’émotion
Par le changement des saisons
Et mille étoiles se reflètent dans mes yeux…
A World AwayYou live across the world from me in a faraway land.A World Away5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A land of hidden beauty that most don't understand.
Some think you're an enemy...that's not the man I know.
With every word you speak, it's kindness that you show.
You work hard to ensure that no child is left behind,
With a gentleness of heart and an openness of mind.
In a war-torn country, you pray for violence to cease,
Believing everyone needs health, happiness, and peace.
You live out your day, while I'm sleeping through the night,
And share your world with me in the messages you write.
Happy are the days when we get long hours to speak,
Sharing lots of photos and all our stories of the week.
A fondness grows between us, as we hope to meet one day.
Why must the man who says he loves me live a world away?
Wanting me to speak those words, yet I am being practical.
Knowing though if that day comes, it surely would be magical.
And so the words we share together become a thing of hope.
We'll bind the threads between us, until they're
Say you willMorning noon and nightSay you will8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are my guiding light
I search everywhere but cannot find
All I have is in my mind
I just wish you would hear my call
and open your heart I’ll give my all
Won’t you just speak and tell me a word
Say you forgive me, that my pleas were heard
HerThere was this girl who had my heart.Her16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought a life with I her could start.
Though things weren't always happy,
sometimes they were really crappy.
But these problems were never too great
We'd always solve them on our next date.
I didn't know much when it came to girls you see
so certain things were new to me.
I tried to learn, but I made mistakes
but isn't that what a relationship makes?
Both side will be wrong and right
together you'll still make it through the night
I thought that's how this would be
So I didn't fuss over things that irritated me...
but with her everything I did was wrong
and she'd fight and ignore me all the while long
I tried and tried...I really did
always trying not to flip my lid
but it was always something that made no sense
that would cause her to feel some offence
but I lived with it, and ignore those topics
because the problems were so microscopic.
I wanted her and I really loved her too.
even thought of making a baby or two.
but in the end you said it's
Not The One That Got AwayI have an obsession with she who lost the game,Not The One That Got Away21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m constantly worrying he will go back to her.
Her hair is more golden and there is strength in her legs,
And my soul and my hair just like fire, they burn.
My mind always wanders back to her eyes,
how he would be looking at them if I were not around.
If I make a mistake, or fail to play my cards right,
the war I thought I won could easily turn around.
Her lips I have seen on many other men,
I have tried them myself and I still cannot tell,
what possible magic could have drawn him to them
for him to have kissed them like spring does the rain.
I cannot understand how he got to love her,
when I already thought that his heart I possessed.
The past is a dangerous thing to play with,
yet memory lane is where I’m lost as can be.
If you ask me today if his heart is in my hands,
I will roll up my sleeves and ask you what can you find
If my skin is as clear and my veins you can see,
you will see he is mine despite my insecurities.
Last BreathI deny fate if ours aren't entwinedLast Breath18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it's my own weakness that left me so blind.
Blind to how greatly I have always made you hurt
It seems that no matter what, I will always revert.
Back to the weakling that I have always been
You can count my failures by the scars on my skin.
I thought I had come further, and so hard I had tried
But I was always destroyed by the weakness inside.
I know that you leave now because of my crimes
And that I have failed you ten thousand times.
It's no wonder that you are leaving me now
For over and over, I broke my vow.
You could do much better than someone as worthless as me
Ask all those around you and I'm sure they'd agree.
I should have stopped putting my problems on you, and been strong on my own
I wish that I could replace my loving heart with one made of stone.
For I know that compared to losing you, nothing could be worse
But for your peace of mind I'll live with this curse.
I'll always be grateful for the pain you helped me through
And until my
Moving AwayRebranding the rainbow in my skies with monochrome.Moving Away19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Recanting a wanderer's claim of atmospheres feeling better alone.
Understanding what brightly shines up here isn't always gold.
Landing down home, shivering off someone so cold.
I ran to and ran from her system.
Repowering it just worsened the condition.
Booted off my windows and crashed into the glass.
Looted the poor house inside with shards of riches on the grass.
Overcoming fearInto the shades of pink I sink.Overcoming fear4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I process things slowly,
things fold me.
I want to be worthy even in this flurry.
I reside in a room full of masks.
Staring them down that is the task.
I fear becoming the mask in this mask.
But on the wall of this horizontal wall.
I know that one day I will bask and not feel like the last in doing this task.
I am called egocentric for using "I statements"
I am called eccentric for using "I statements"
I am called egocentric for using "I statements" from the tongues of liars
I am called eccentric for using "I statements" from those who activate hate filled fires
Call me infantile for a while and you'll see I'm not infantile
Call me infantile all the while and you will see I am not a child
I hate doing this in the face of confrontation.
I hate doing this and know there is no annihilation.
The conflations which stroke the fire for eliminations in a false sense of simplification.
I say this being in the becoming of a me we can see b
Torn ApartShe Chose the wrong choice,Torn Apart5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now both have to pay.
Her say muffled by the noise
None will have their way.
The pain slowly cutting like a knife
Trying to get by
She's out there gloating, about her life
Shes living a lie
Hoping the lies ease her pain
But the pain just won't go away.
Both are alone suffering in vain
She had the time but just couldn't wait.
The pain she lives she has to hide
Her emotions she's forced to keep inside
Now she lies to keep her little pride.
Feeling alone, she's crying in the inside.
Two souls, that were meant to be, now torn apart.
Both now with scars and each with a broken heart.
She's with someone else yet feels alone.
Nothing left to do, No where left to go.
She had an option, She had a voice.
Now she can't speak she has no choice.
Someone else chooses for her.
Time will heal the pain make it fade.
The scars will stay.
Can't mend the mistakes you have made
Can't hide or run away.
Nothing to do, no where to go.
There's nothing left to say.
Music Is At Its Best When You Feel ItMusic is at its best when you feel itMusic Is At Its Best When You Feel It2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you don't just listen with your ears but with every fiber of your being,
And not because you choose to but because it captures your soul and hangs on until long after the physical world has gone silent.
When the beating of drums takes the beating of your heart and carries it away
When your nerves fire at the plucking of a string
and you breathe as one with the woodwinds and brass.
Music is at its best when it takes you on a journey
When the sound of the opening measures means you can no longer see what's in front of you
because you're running through a forest somewhere
or in the midst of a great battle
When you don't even hear the music anymore
because it's completely taken control of your senses.
Music is at its best when you feel it
When you aren't even sure what emotion you feel,
yet, somehow, a song you've heard describes it
When you've lost the energy to fight
but something about what you hear keeps pushing you onward
And grants you relea
Hippy's PoemThe teacher rang the freedom bell,Hippy's Poem7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The preacher screamed there is no hell
The doctor found some honest work,
Gay weddings on Islamic turf
The white house was painted black,
New York City gave the statue back
No need to hold a torch,
When everyone is a shining force
All the flags were put away,
Drawn lines are soon to fade
The general tossed aside his gun,
And shouted all people are one
The citizens moved into the woods,
The factory was closed for good
No need to slave to live,
When everyone has learned to give
A young man forgot to hate,
A poor boy was fed a steak
A young girl offered her ear,
To an elder shedding tears
A blind man could see the sun,
The prisoners are out having fun
No need for bars and cells,
When everyone can heal themselves
I write these things I wish were true,
I wonder who I'll send them to
This perfect world sits in your mail,
Sent by a dreamer from a fairy tale
UntitledЧасы отмеряют не время, но вечность,Untitled6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
мы с каждым мгновеньем к ней ближе.
В жизненном хаосе лишь человечность
нам позволяет выжить...
Life in Black and WhiteUnsure of who I wanted to beLife in Black and White2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From family I would even flee
Surely felt like an escapee
Afraid of everything around
With ropes of fear I was bound
Not against a wall, nor the ground
Not knowing what was wrong with me
In my shelter I would always be
With help from you I was set free
I would walk through life like a ghost
Barely left my room, my post
With autism, I was diagnosed
Knowing what I was going thru
Finally I had a break through
So I wanted to thank you
Breakdown SaluteThe older walk aheadBreakdown Salute5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So littler beauty behind doesn't see an ugly truth.
Blanket of a soldier reduced to a thread
Supported by the unit's troops.
We'll never know exactly how hard ambushes shred
But you get an idea with one long look at you.
If what you lie on is the last bed
We will remember you in our salute.