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SinkingSinking2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm walking the street with dread,
Tears streaming as they mock.
No, I can't get out of bed,
This room is closing in.
"Look at me", I protest; silent,
Your concern for me; lies.
Alone, no one cares; I tread,
Waters so deep and dark.
These feelings won't go away,
Crushing my chest with pain.
No, this is not a cliche,
I am dying inside.
The air around me, so thick,
My lungs struggle to breath.
I am sinking like a brick,
Will no one come save me?
Who Am II want to findWho Am I2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just gotta try
Who am I
I'm in a bind
It makes me sigh
By my own lie
My path designed
By the evil eye
Can't fall behind
Or truth will belie
Like a thought maligned
A question with no reply
The self combined
With an outright lie
That's why I fight the grind
And never say goodbye
No matter how disinclined
I can't just standby
My oath was signed
And if I try to defy
Let me go blind
Before I die.
Autumn Painted HeartsShe vowed to beAutumn Painted Hearts2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once he crossed
The battle line
The autumn leaves
Pieces of autumn,
He kissed the maiden
Of another column
Leaves once green
Now are brown,
Now is bound
The green beret
She only could chase
She vowed to be
A bride in white
Once they danced
In ballroom light
The autumn winds
Her eyes depart
He reasons why,
No more commits,
No longer fits
The glass slipper
He only could lace
She vowed to be
My sweet cherise
Once I paint
The autumn sky
Bow so twined
Fire and BrimstoneOn stolen wings and brimstone veinsFire and Brimstone3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you sink without trying once.
Where once love flowed, burning blue sulfur
scorches your feathers, frames your fall from grace.
tides of timeI sailtides of time7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the ship
sons and daughters
traversing tides of time
every life in your hand
never losing one
for no man is an island
God's Second SonIt was he who climbed down that cursed hillGod's Second Son7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As demons above swooped in for the kill
And all it took was his own sheer will
To frame his own demise
He called upon the father and son
To say that he was the only one
Before he saw the barrel of a gun
Right between his eyes
The trigger was pulled and nothing could be done
Maybe he was really God's second son.
IDEK just a vent/rant thingI'm sitting all alone in my roomIDEK just a vent/rant thing3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
singing softly to drown out my mind
hearing voices whispering my doom
swearing that I'll be left behind
But all I want to do is sit and talk with you
smiling and forgetting all about it for awhile
because it seems no matter what i do
im hiding my true face behind that small fake smile
No one can hear what they say
No one here to help me
No one who can drive them away
NO ONE TO KEEP THEM OUT OF MY HEAD
My friends don't seem to understand
My family just sends me to therapy
But I want to take your hand
won't you run away with me
ApprehensivePassively and gentle, tip toes frame familiar feet,Apprehensive1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Adjusting to the a ground beneath once dated obsolete,
Those shins are tensely tainted with an impulse still to flee,
Unbolted from the nodding knees with no choice to disagree,
The thighs, though, reap their questions within seeping strength and stride,
Decisively they heed the hips and navels needs implied,
Sweet bust beneath the shoulders holding heavens and all hell,
The neck forever curling, cranes to keep the head from swell,
Relax those puckered eyelids, hasty lips never forgot,
Reverently ears are listening, tamed to peak possible plot,
Golden hair drapes messily- ironic knots extensive,
To feel within each brittle bone,
this body’s apprehensive.
Le premier avril 2015Le premier avril nous sommesLe premier avril 201513 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Il pleut,de quoi créer un océan, en somme
Je te divertis et te colle un poisson dans le dos
Petit sourire que te procure ce cadeau
Les vagues que forment le vent, nous entrainent
De bonnes blagues, cette journée est pleine
Crayon en main, tu m'enfermes dans une case
Sur ma tête une tonne de paragraphes s'écrase
De ma poche, je sors une gomme
J’essaye d'effacer mais je suis haute comme trois pommes
c'est bon, j'abandonne
Mon excuse: ma boussole est en panne
Tu me fais tourner littéralement la tête
Pour mes engrenages, c'est la fête
Mais entre, s'y trouve du vide
De le remplir d'eau tu décides
Dans ce vaste bassin, tu libères le poisson
Pour ce moment trempé, t'ajoutes du son
Ah... toi et ta main
Vous ne faites qu'un
Laissant derrière une vraie animation
Sur une aiguille, j'observe ton action
Mais voilà, toute cette histoire n'est qu'une farce
Car pour l'instant, c'est le trente-et-un mars
I Write This To YouI write this to you, a certain confession of the truth.I Write This To You2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We get so wrapped up in life we banish our youth.
Don't forget who you are or what you will be.
Don't deny your ability to see.
The tears fall from your eyes but you don't cry.
People laugh at you and you wonder why.
Sometimes the truth hurts the most.
Lift up your glass, to dreams we toast.
I write this to you, a certain confession that I lied.
I kept it up until the day that I died.
We all breathe the same air and feel the same pain.
Someday the lack of oxygen will make us insane.
People will beat you down and spit in your face.
Stay strong and try to keep up with the pace.
The mirror never reflects who you are, only what you once where.
The faded memories in your mind begin to blur.
I write this to you, a certain confession of myself
A Canticle for my Soothers (Part One)I. Master of PatternsA Canticle for my Soothers (Part One)3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though surrounded by stories galore,
worlds imagined, eccentrics and more,
he’s by no means a dreamer,
neither muser nor schemer,
but a pragmatist down to the core.
Amidst miniature, rulebook and dice
you‘ll find someone „reserved but quite nice“.
But do seek his assistance
for because of this distance
he can give rather precious advice.
While remarkably strong and persistent,
and, thank goodness, immensely consistent;
he’s a fabulous guide
to the structure inside
any chaos, no matter how distant.
It is easy to fall for his guile
and think „Humor is not quite his style.“
Au contraire, let me tell
you, he‘s funny as hell,
which he demonstrates once in a while.
You may jolly well call me naive,
surely destined to suffer and grieve;
still, he will hold my heart
(which he did from the start)
‘til the day that he chooses to leave.
On the roofA hart still beats in my cold corpseOn the roof3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A mind still grasp to long lost hopes
Dead eyes still gaze upon the stars
As cold numb fingers touch healed scars
Maybe today I’ll have the guts
Maybe I’ll open all the cuts
Or take a leap and learn to fly
And hope that I will touch the sky
Maybe tomorrow I will see
There’s nothing left of what was me
Maybe tonight I am alone
Maybe because I’m flesh and bone
A mind still ponder right or wrong
A soul still waits for the next song
A hart still waits for its next beat
The skin still waits to feel the heat
Just wait a moment…it will pass
That hope you found within the glass
That comfort found within the smoke
That laughter found within a joke
Be strong and face this world they ask
But they are talking to a mask
One forged to show what is not there
One made to show that I still care…
Maybe today I’ll have the guts
To forge my world and my new paths
Maybe tomorrow I will see
A different person not just me.
ApathySome call it healing, when the deepApathy1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
allure of surrender gives way to sleep,
when pain renders you numb and
all that remains are bones like sand,
gritted into a fine powder by endless
nights spent awake wishing for nonexistence.
Some call it healing, when the gnawing
ache of helplessness dissolves into throbbing
listlessness, and you can no longer care
for whether life or death is the one to tear
you apart, your trembling fingers gone cold,
as your fluttering heart begs to at last slow.
Some call it healing, when the bitter
poison of nonchalance sinks in its tether,
unwilling to give you breath or let you sink
in the seas of dreamlessness on whose brink
you stare longingly, if only to regain
feeling, even if it is that once escaped pain.
I call it apathy, when the crushing
agony of living no longer burdens me
with its weight, leaving the body hollow
and the mind reaching for that last glow
of purpose in the receding night, for
I cannot call it healing when it shakes me to my core.
MarionetteCrafted by two makers in the nightMarionette1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tied strings around my wrists all tight
Dancing to their will and music by and by
Living for them, I keep asking myself why
Cold silk and lace from head to toe
Dark colors showing my painful woe
Iron corset caging me in, suffocating
Is this all suppose to be liberating?
I'm used to the strain, I'm used to the torture
But I began to see what they've done is true horror
And one day, I cut the string to my aching heart
Slowly I'll cut all of it before I finally part
I'll dress in all ruby red to show my passion and anger
You'll see you don't know me, I'm a complete stranger
I'll untie my corset and my tattered ballet shoes
So that someone else may tie me back and I'll be his muse
Born a marionette not by choice
Only thing that's mine is my soft voice
I'll be caressed by gentle hands and tended for
Tied not by strings, but love and so much more
Grief 1Where cornfields grow so too did you and left the farm behindGrief 13 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your life spent taking care of others you were a nurse defined,
And you were the best mother, and you were my best friend
And when we met my story starts, but now your books at end.
The sky was bright and clear, and I thought it would be grey
The weather was so perfect, the day you slipped away.
Black PaintRemembering you is like inhaling paintBlack Paint7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The scent gets me high but yet so faint
All of these memories burn with a silent smolder
Reminding me of the fact we're 2 years older
Time has aged me, but the paint won't dry
The colors grow dim but other times they shine
A feeling so free I'm floating in the waves
Struck by lightning as I recall your face
Sinking to the bottom of darkness is subliminal
I'm recreating memories like a backwards criminal
Whether it's digital, sketched, or an old polaroid
I can taste your colors- your poisonous chemicals
I'm always left drowning, but the paint won't fade
Concealing my body like a mysterious masquerade
Brush me up a little, but I can't brush it off
The world calls it life, but I call it loss
Strangely enough it leaves behind so many shades
Violet and crimson sirens shouting my name
They want me to run, to find what's left
But my sight is starting to blur with every breath
What's the matter?
Why do I feel so faint?
And the last thing I remember
The Pretty GirlYou are loved, sweetieThe Pretty Girl1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by so many people
and you are wanted, darling,
You are wanted a lot.
But you've never loved, dear
and you've never lost
You've kept your heart guarded,
You've kept your heart locked.
And so you are wanted,
you are the golden shaped heart
Many want the prize, honey
That love to be unlocked.
But none that reach,
and none that have tried,
reach your expectations, Sugar,
At least- none that you've eyed.
You want it, you hate it
and you love it, but don't need it,
That one, that precious,
That sugar-coated love
It was too good to be real, sweetie
It was too much for you,
That one, the only
left your arms bare.
So keep your guard up, dearest,
and keep your head down,
they still all want you, honey
But you need none of them.
TenuousITenuous2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is standing here stoically a sort of sacrifice?
The energy that I'd use to repaint our skies,
Has been converted into my patience's price,
As I'm waiting so you can refocus your eyes.
Beneath the surface I'd rather not disturb,
trembles the thought through every curve.
When my composure registers what you ask,
Is living this life so passively a selfish mask?
When it's conviction that once saved me,
What the hell do I do when it betrays me?
I couldn't foresee the wind's wrathful grace,
So it swept me astray to this time and place.
Is sitting here swearing a sort of betrayal?
The energy I'd utilize to ensure our survival,
Is instead being converted to anxious breath,
As I shiver with lust and you fear what's left.
Underneath the surface I thought I knew,
Bellows the beast that rampages through.
When your system registers what I seek,
You relax, you remember, then you freak.
When it's conviction that's now strangling us,
How do we get to where we can safely trust?
We're so focused on
Alone in the Universe(16.01.2015)Alone in the Universe3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alone in the Universe
You are not allowed to choose who you are born as.
This is a hushed truth, a precious piece of knowledge,
Part of a greater rule engraved on the World's edge
Which states that some will be crippled by curse whereas
Life will capriciously grant others its blessing.
These dark scenes of beauty and vivid colors, are
But a diversion from the dangers that the World
Purposely set against you while aiming to scar,
To tear, to torture your body and soul, both whirled
In a wild ocean of hidden suffering.
Peace, intimacy, Love, those feelings you crave for
Are rare, expensive, fragile and hard to attain,
A prize few may reach through the correct kind of pain
While most will be the slaves of a chaotic lore,
Clumsily asking the void why they have been failed.
At times, a maze of surreal complexity
Traps you within the grasp of its demonic paws
Where the winged monster sharing your reality
Chases you over and over with its raised claws,
Its loud screeches f
Wortsalat IVEin Farbenspiel um Mitternacht,Wortsalat IV3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
aus Traum und Fantasie erwacht,
will still und leise - ungesehen,
in stummer Einsamkeit vergehen.
ComprehensionComprehension that is, but fleeting,Comprehension1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Understood, but for the meeting.
Each step forward, a future's plan,
Each step back, reset again.
The truth explained, from pits of hell,
But on deaf ears, is where they fell.
The walls of which I tried to scale,
I could not reach, but for the hale.
Explain no more, for all is lost,
Would seem the ride's, not worth the cost.
The End of LoveA flickering candleThe End of Love2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
being kept alive
by a boy
with his arms held wide
refusing to give in
to the girl
with the bucket of water
refusing to give in.
GriefTwo minds togetherGrief3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thinking as if they were one
In ignorant bliss
Once I was balanced
But now the connection's snapped
Leaving me in shock
Falling from the sky
Thinking I'll float back up, but
Denial helps not
Blood burning with hate
At those who severed our bond
They've incurred my wrath
But hatred is wrong
If I forgive, will this stop?
...No, I guess it won't
With a sharp pained cry
I shatter against the ground
Some strings have tied now
But this smile's just a facade;
Peace may never come.
UntitledWhen your alone what do you seeUntitled3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Could it be a sign that your gone
Or maybe it's reason on your coffin top
Alone on a lonely planet
People stop and stare at you in wonders of why
Is it a sign that your gold is rust
Your home is just made of dust
Alone on a lonely planet
In eyes that shine they look but don't see
They know how it could be
A heart that's there but just pumping air
Maybe it's how it's going to be
Alone on a lonely planet
You see me