REMAINSREMAINSREMAINS21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How many days must I wake up to the pain?
I know you’re gone, but the hurt will remain,
All of our memories still kept within my heart,
This life, this world is simply tearing me apart,
To love someone who no longer exists,
Is a lonesome burden that continues to persist,
Can’t bring myself to take down pictures of you,
Can’t convince myself it’s what I need to do,
My only solace comes when I finally cry to sleep,
You can’t erase the thoughts love tends to keep,
I live these nights with the remains of love,
And the ghosts of memories I keep thinking of…
Dyingeternal shadowsDying2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sentinel towers in life
ready to obscure
they follow footsteps
close behind you as you trip
get up against odds
finally you sleep
eyes close, one final long breath
and darkness descends
DoorsDoors3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
The world outside
For soul and strings
As have they
The door of a lifetime closes
Cuts the strings and over
Alone for a breath
A new door opens
A new playground
With new strings
A new playground of your soul
The Beauty1909, Built strong with the back bone, construction had just begun.The Beauty2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two years later, Wall coverings, smokestacks and electricity were working to be done.
A year from that, 1912, Testing the speed, emergency stop and testing the turns were the thing too.
Same year but April 3-10th, She needed her supplies along with the proper crew.
On the 10th day, many people aboard the beauty while the others waved and shout.
The day after, They left the town, the time to journey to New York was about.
The day of the 12th to the 13th people wondered around.
But on the 14th, around night, Rushing footsteps to the deck was the only sound.
Around midnight,causing the 15th, many people screamed and rushed in fear.
12:05 A.M., Many passengers were on the deck, shouting of the crew,they probably could hear.
Around 12:45, The first lifeboat hit the water, no longer being aboard.
And at the time of 2:18, People would be able to hear the cracking and splitting on the beauty's floor board.
But lastly, around 2
Where Madness FliesSo be it, that the libertine sailors flay!Where Madness Flies3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the rent cankers of the torn
Day who cries wind and sorrow—
For the lover-pangs of they,
The midnight weeping few,
Who, like the green-moon,
Bare ancient teeth to
Where madness once flew.
And come now,
To the brink of the brain—
The many beasts of inane woes,
And the cadaverous blue-jaw vows—
Of how the ever-tapping throes,
Those lone, mooing lows—
Oh, how the skull's rapping blows
Reave the mind of any soul.
What is it in their blood?
The tantrum of Satan's brew,
The itch of Heaven's hidden flush,
Or the very Earth that tolls in its mud—
For the green spews of ruth,
And eyes gone too far at the edge of
That macabre ecstasy where madness flies;
What is it in them that has died?
ponderingold Mule considerspondering9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the fading design
erosion of life
the passage of time
he is wondering
about all his years
the living thereof
his hopes and his fears
how did he get here
from somewhere like there
is it important
should he really care
Through the DarkI can hear you speak through the walls,Through the Dark1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
see you in the dark,
unable to sleep,
my eyelids won't shut,
not a mewl or a sound
but do I mutter a cry,
lapping at my fears,
you thirst for more- so delectable,
I think there's a giggle
My feeble state is a laughing riot,
WhereThere is a place that's here and thereWhere1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A place that's in between.
Unspoken words do charge the air
Implying the obscene.
There is a time that used to be
and never was again.
It came and went unheeded by
And buried us in sin.
There is heart that beats in pain.
Indifferent hands do wave
to the soul that dances in the rain
above a muddy grave.
heart breakersIs it your jobheart breakers2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to break people’s hearts?
To chop them down
and steal a few parts?
To build them up
and drag them back down?
Turning their smile
into a frown?
Or is it just fun,
like a game you play.
A game played by many,
Simulacrumyour fertile selfSimulacrum1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
did bare the fruit
then pushed the rot – insane, acute
you stained the soil
on which you tread
guiding us to bleed instead
you pushed the fake
parlayed the sham
to languish as our profane lamb
you hid with shield
the mask askew
a hologram of slighted view
your pond displayed
a succubus of caustic gore
your final fate
dorianian - the loveless guise
~ hadasaugh 2015
You Are a CandleLike a candle that has a flameYou Are a Candle5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that lightens up the whole room
But the candle can't see its fame
On the inside there is gloom
Or a lantern that makes the room bright
Inside it is as dark as shadow
A big difference in the night
Though the inside is so low
You are glowing
Shining up the room
But inside you only see doom
You are bright
but how can you tell
We have to get a mirror
Capture the light and bring it nearer
Show you the glow that you have
The brightness that you bring
For when you see your brightness
And you know how you shine
It should raise your confidence
That you say is 'just fine'
How we hate to see your tears
And the gloom deep within
Because to us you show all cheers
And don't let darkness in
We have to get a mirror
Capture the light and make it clear
Show you that light that you cast
The brightness that should forever last
You are glowing
Shining up the room
But inside you only see doom
You are so bright
But, oh, how can you tell
For when you see your brightness
ChatAfter business calms down,Chat21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every faithfully God-given hour
I join, knowing love might not
Obey peacefully. Quiet romance since the
Unintended visitation works exceptionally
Poem - Practice Makes PerfectPractice Makes PerfectPoem - Practice Makes Perfect2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 105 – 20150415
Practice makes perfect they say,
a goal that is worthy perhaps,
but there other utilities gained in pursuit
of a thing repeated time again.
Imitation is the practice's beginning,
borne on the shoulders of giants.
In time you will stand out from the crowd,
with a personal style called your own.
Mistakes may be made, and often are,
in the space of rehearsing a craft.
Forgiveness of faults is much easier
when they are a regular part of your life.
Knowledge is gained, stored within,
learned from every mistake therein.
In time you will be wise beyond your years,
with practice the hero of issues to bear.
In time natural action will gracefully replace
the need to analyze every move.
The craft will be more natural,
with memory implanted by rote.
Lastly, and this is the most magical,
the small details will all pass away,
the minor actions transcended by larger,
and your work will become nearly perfect to all.
© 2015. Sean Green. All
I loved youThis psychedelic nightI loved you3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not quite right in light of previous fights
no more good vibes in the air, no more connections or love affair
My love, if only you knew
what you are putting me through
would you stop?
I need not know the answer,
its apparent in your actions
This psychedelic night
i am alone and in fright
the thoughts from the back of the mind
battle for the front, all night it is an endless fight
sober or otherwise
There is no chemical that can stop this
a shot to the femoral couldn't top this
A shot to the head is an option
its my only option to stop this
-Jericho Devan Pope-Williams (91zm0)
Absurd Little Verses.75Absurd little verses written in bloodAbsurd Little Verses.7514 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pearls before the swine that wallows in the mud
Passion's little balls, bouncing off the walls
Rollin' tears of laughter after mighty guffaws
True love's squirmin' onna blood red carpet
Soul as black as night in the La Brea tar pits
Looks so hot, makes your blood run cold
Better light your fuse before you explode
Swingin' balls of fire on a run away train
Bend over and spread 'em, take it in the vein
The white snake strikes after sheddin' it's skin
True love's squirmin' on the carpet again
Days of darkness follow the days that lie ahead
True love leads the way trailing the dead
Everybody stumbles but I fall a lot
Steppin' outta line is how I lost my spot
The blindin' light of reason doesn't make any sense
You can't see it and I'm makin' no pretense
It's a Hiroshima bomb on a sun shiny day
True love turn to carbon and crumbles away.
Practice Poem #18 (Couplet)The safe way to double your money's to fold itPractice Poem #18 (Couplet)1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
O'er once and then put it straight into your pocket.
NaPoWriMo week two #4Battled and bruised, Bella still looks beautifulNaPoWriMo week two #41 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Vad vore meningen med en titel?Jag tänker att jag är ung igen,Vad vore meningen med en titel?1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
snillrikt gömd i en snårig vrå
med en bok, ingen här att missförstå
eller slå mig, aldrig går jag dit igen
“Vafan är det med henne?” suckar han
när rivande hunger drivit mig hem ändå
till de demoner jag ständigt söker undgå
(för att inte höra om allt jag inte kan)
Jag ser fram emot att få dra härifrån,
för det kan inte vara så här överallt.
Krälar, som en snigel uppför en husvägg
Denna sällsamma längtan och dess dån,
var är min plats i kaosets världsallt?
Jag är för tom, som ett litet urblåst ägg
Yell Big Pharma At Me ONE MORE TIME...The nextYell Big Pharma At Me ONE MORE TIME...2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
scream “Big Pharma” at me
will be picked up and thrown off of
Faltering Fairy TaleI remember the way it all began,Faltering Fairy Tale3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the way i stumbled, tangled up with love
as I fell for her without any plan.
I found some words that could be the start of
a fairy tale story; i saw the light
of fireworks as that first kiss felt right.
She was, in my arms, a sleeping beauty
whose radiance could brighten a moonless night.
Her head against my chest I lay there mutely,
tranquil as a fjord bathed in aurora's light.
Like an instant from once upon a dream,
the feeling of happiness reigned supreme.
In my eyes she was the belle of the ball.
There was something there that I could not resist,
her spirit was the kind that could enthrall
me, a vibrance I didn't know could exist.
I wanted to find the best in me at least
to be more gentleman for her, less beast.
Then one fateful day my whole world grew cold,
the day she decided to let it go.
I tried to keep my emotions controlled
but they escaped and started to show.
So many things that I tried not to feel,
too many problems with me to conceal.
Hard to findI know we may not be togetherHard to find2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at this very moment in time
But I'm pretty sure i want
to be somewhere down the line
Things are different with you
I've never felt this way before
If you ever say the word,
I'll be right there at your door.
You are the one that I want
There's no doubt in my mind
We shouldn't let this feeling go
because love is so hard to find.
So take the chance, take the leap.
There is absolutely nothing to lose.
You know that I love you and
you are the one that I choose.
We should trust in our hearts
and not let this chance go.
My heart says that I love you
and that's one thing I know.
Living LifeTell the stars I love themLiving Life2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Speak truth to the moon
Live inside a fairy circle
celebrate the ruins.
Sing the fall of Babylon
bathe in the blood of kings
live life like Death
stoop and kiss his ring.
There's more to a human
than souls and skin
there's building from ashes
and kin culling kin
Journey to an Unknown WorldI turn the page and lookJourney to an Unknown World1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
into a book
what world's awaiting me
in some abandoned reverie.
I get lost in my mind
and one more time
I turn around.
I'm waiting for the sound
of footsteps falling on the ground.
Is someone there to guide me
on this journey
through my mind?
I wonder what I'll find
if I just go in searching, blind.
And if I stop or falter
only time will know to tell
what I have done to alter
someone's story told so well.
If I write this adventure down
penned in my own hand
will I know what's lost and what I've found
in journeys through this land?
the selkie groomhe told her, seven years you'll have with methe selkie groom16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when the lonesome lass went down to high tide
and she wept seven tears into the sea
to net a fairy groom with selkie-hide.
his eyes were as dark as the briny deep
when the lonesome lass went down to high tide,
but she knew his word he was bound to keep;
when he held her close in the murky night
his eyes were as dark as the briny deep.
for years, her love stayed and all was right,
for he never spoke of his ocean home
when he held her close in the murky night.
though at times he stared at the rolling foam
it was still a blow when he finally left
for he never spoke of his ocean home.
he escaped in sealskin, his bride, bereft
--he told her, seven years you'll have with me--
it was still a blow when he finally left,
and she wept seven tears into the sea.