Evil is SubjectiveMan's head mounts the wallEvil is Subjective19 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry
Man's ribs usher spectators
“What is that, father”
“The monster, son.”
The boy's heads were two
The father's eyes were four
Their faces gnarled,
Their bodies far more.
“But they do not -look- scary, Father”
The congregation regarded him
“Ah, but they were sinning,
lusting, feuding, greedy seeds”
The boy's teeth elongated
The father's jutted more
Their eyes pure black
Their souls were far more
“But they do not look evil, Father”
A disembodied head's glazed eyes
Lethargically glared his way
“Only on the outside, my son.”
True LoveWhat is love, but a word we use,True Love3 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry
to describe flowers, a kiss, or chocolate hues
What does it mean, but to just describe
that feeling we get when we decide
that the being beside us, hands together
will always be connected to us forever
What is love? Just what we say
to keep someone close to make our happy day
Love should never need roses or sweets
to describe how one feels after restless sleep
After loneliness and longing have taken hold
of our previous lives and satisfied mold
of what life has to offer; we should not fear
for what love can give, that’s why it’s here
True Love is vague, they are undiscerning
to what title one has, what type of skin
What type of love they get back for their deed
for loving something just to see them succeed
to see them smile, to see them gain
to keep holding on, through tears and pain
even if the receiver is destructive and brutal
the giver will always give, no matter how fatal
This the meaning of true love, and let it sink in
because what if
Flight of icharusOn broken tattered wings I fly,Flight of icharus4 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry
Despratly trying to keep the sky.
On lies and forgotten dreams I fall,
Hearing the echo of deaths call.
Will I Be There? Starting into a writers peril or triumph.Will I Be There? 5 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry
Wondering if the words are enough.
Will I express enough emotions to relate?
Or start an awkward silence condemning my fate.
Do I feel that she deserves my words?
To hear what I feel and has never heard?!
When I walk down a street will she recognize my face?
Will the solitude I withhold and covet soon be erased?
I pretend to be ready and secure.
Leaving what I say abrupt and obscure.
Breathe my words
Taste my pain
Embrace my heart
But stay away
I am here,
I know I am strong...once my fear is put to rest.
Don't be allured and don't be proud...
When I raise myself up and sing aloud.
Don't seek me to find your own fate...
For that is your journey alone to make.
FireHer fear she felt flowed through her veins as she saw the orange flames destroy everything she ever loved. They licked their way across her home. Blue eyes danced red as the yellow fire crawled it's way towards her. Her tears mixed honey with her soon to be death maker. She couldn't move as it stalked closer. White burning within it's depths. She could feel the heat flush across her arms and legs as it finally caught her. Her throat dry as everyone rushed out. They left her there to meet Death. It's green heart slowly strangling her with it's power. She had watched her life die quickly as the flames had touched her. Finally a scream tore from her lungs as her last breath. The fire taking it's prey. Her blue eyes dissolving in the fire's heart. It now owned her.Fire1 week ago in Visual & Found Poetry