Her Father Is A BeastI sent my child out to school todayHer Father Is A Beast1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With cuts up the length of her arm
Knowing that the teachers will just say
She doesn't seem the type to self harm
I just hope today isn't the day
For physical education class
I’ll give her a note to be excused
But how long can these excuses last?
Such a happy girl, always smiling
Or so they’re lead to believe at least
Such a happy girl, always smiling
They don’t know her father is a beast
I sent my wife out to work today
With the remnants of a bloody nose
And bruises to her upper arms
That I was hoping would not show
I will buy her a long sleeved shirt
As a gift to apologise
Tell her I’ll never do it again
When we both know that is a lie
Such a happy girl, always smiling
Or so they’re lead to believe at least
Such a happy girl always smiling
They don’t know her husbands a beast
I stayed in bed at home today
Cried into my pillow of shame
The aching of my severed knuckles
The only real physical pain
But the anguish t
I Could Do It, You Know?I could kill myself, you know?I Could Do It, You Know?22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I could put the razor against my skin.
I could wear the rope as a necklace—
Death by asphyxiation, watching the world fade into a glow.
All sights blurred and memories drawn into a line, so very thin...
Trapped to watch the my life play over; Oh! how hopeless I am; How reckless!
Bounded and ball gagged before the movie I had abruptly ended,
Forced to watch each cruel act I had cast upon myself,
The end result with bare body hanging or bleeding.
A single note, holding my final words and what I wished when I was descended;
Let it begin with, “If you’re reading this, I’m no longer myself,
“I hang before you as a corpse with no more suffering, no more pleading.”
I could do it, you know?
I could die without any remorse.
You would be able to say the same
When you see me lifeless?
Home in the RainShe was with meHome in the Rain1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The awning to storm
Where there were tears
Were also her form
To the small plain mask
Found at the base
Of expecting cask
Filled her content
And so I could be
Beneath her ceiling
Dry of the sea
Smote a crashing
Torrent throw its glare
A course of faction
A building and home
To weather all
And not a slip shown
Strong and god-like
Partaken the time
With keeping me
Safe in comfort clime
How her feelings left
So much more to know
Mine to have theft
Empty no more
Stars are seasons thrive
A world within her
Long to survive
She was with me
The castle of dream
From daylight's cruel beam
To tide and despair
Herself and I
To live free of where
She was with me
A shield for the blow
Taken my arm
From holding her glow
Wait at the glass
An atrophied blind
For gift to come
And say my goodbye
The Sailor and the SirenSiren, bewitching on an isleThe Sailor and the Siren5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Many fall under your spell
Malignance hidden behind a smile
For the unsuspecting ne'er-do-well
The idyllic song of a fair mistress
Illusionary wonder, surreal lust
The sailor is naive of his future distress
Nonetheless places his trust
The sailor swerves o'er to her isle
His inhibitions cannot mitigate
And alas! His dreams are defiled
His Aphrodite becomes Hecate
The sailor, manipulated by the maid
Reeled in by her beguile
Lost his heart to her raid
On that God forsaken isle
In the PondIn the pond there's always rainIn the Pond5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Salty tears of sorry pain
It falls into the pond just like that
Surface ripples, nothing, and flat
Not only does the pond accepts my tears
It holds my memories and many fears
I see myself reflected in the pond
And- I hate it so because- I grow fond
In the pond is where it's separated
From the river and sea, liberated
Alone like this pond but also free
It shows me what I needed to see
It's amazing how a natural mirror
Can make my life a whole lot clearer
Not only that but it understands me
It knows who I truly want to be
In the pond there's always rain
They were tears so simple and plain
In the pond is where I'm sane-
In the pond is where I reign.
The libraryThe uni library is empty at nightThe library1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hundreds of books under flickering light
People dozing at desks and nosing through books
Litter and wrappers hidden in crannies and nooks
Paper thin silence only torn by the sound
Of underpaid cleaning staff doing the rounds
Through the black glass see the still beautiful sight
Electric stars spread on Aberdeen at night
Street lamps watch while cars swim through the streets
Where lovers and muggers and drunken folk meet
But here in the library, I'm safe and I'm warm
To sit with the books and await the dawn
Filthy RagsFilthy Rags1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
Another woman stoned to death
Men urged on by a clergyman
Another woman sacrificed
Zealots lead by filthy rags
What's this love of God they speak?
What's this God that plays murderous games
It's not the Sweet Divine
Who teaches by example patience; long suffering
I weep as kindness must
For hate has taken charge
I weep for the suffering
Delivered in the name of good
How long before everyone's suffering expands
Violence and hate from nothing good come
How long before the madness spreads
And all the world in flames?
Another woman murdered
Another child destroyed
We are all capable of cruel
But to do it in the name of God has the stench of foul precedence
Alchemy in BabylonRed- Black- WhiteAlchemy in Babylon5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let there be light
Earth- Water- Fire
Build the Tower higher
Wind- Metal- Wood
I really think we should...
But first, before all-
Make sure we don't fall.
Frozen HeartClear like crystalFrozen Heart5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sparkles so bright
Safe and secure
Never takes flight
Feels hard as stone
Cold to the touch
Ardor not shown
Always so still
80. WordsFrom my lips drips magic which you cannot see80. Words1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know it's there, but don't always understand
I shape it into what I want it to be
It can harm, it can heal, can create on demand.
I target your ears and my tongue fires the shot
I target your eyes, letters aiding my goal
With the right bullets I will hit your weak spot
Overcome your guard to strike your heart and soul.
Abracadabra - words contain power
Abracadabra - as harmless as dust of flour
Abracadabra - a spark starts the detonation
Alakazam! - the damage's done
From my lips drips poison which you cannot see
You see people suff'ring but don't understand
How meaningless sounds could have caused this debris
Until you experience right wrong words firsthand.
Could it be?Could it beCould it be?2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against the odds
Two creatures like us
Were meant to join together?
Could anyone ever past my test, so hard
At a slim chance
To make it to forever?
When I built my towers high
Using cold, hard stone
Could it ever be, I'm not meant to be alone?
ChrysanthemumI believe I am a chrysanthemumChrysanthemum1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the many blonde petals show my personas:
A waste of time
I think if you plucked petals,
We'd see the real me, but no one, including myself,
Would try to see for the real me disappeared
FireworkLife is like a firework, opening sudden and spectacular, certainly filled with aweFirework6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the fire flower expands and brightens then shimmers as it falls
but as with life the light dims and fades
the many memories left unconsumed by the many days
Yet, however much we may regret the loss
We do not wish that the firework had never been set off
because light that so shown in the night skies,
despite being gone still illuminates our lives
A MIGUELANGELVives, en la límpida mirada de mi menteA MIGUELANGEL6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
enamorando rosales, soñando cometas.
Vives, embriagando el paisaje de aromas celestes
Ángel bondadoso, dador de oro que en tus blancas
manos florecía el gozo del día en tus palmas vacías
Caracolas tu voz sincera luz dulzura
Torrenciales pasiones desventura de tus días.
Besaste más que a la vida su eterna amargura.
Vienes, te sientas, me hablas en noches soleadas,
centelleo del soplo, trato nulo del insomnio
bajo el manto dorado de tu presencia en mi lío.
Te esfumas cuando la noche rompe en oleadas
mi pecho material y mueres cuando asfixio
mi océano en la esponja del cedro sacrificado.
CleanerI wonder what would happen if when we took a shower,Cleaner6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everything in our lives would clean up.
Just another thought I'd like to dream up.
What kinds of things would we do with that kind of power?
All That I Haveis my beating heart and work weary handsAll That I Have1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to offer the one who understands this
isn't all of me but parts seen less grand
than a soul, a mind, a dream of your kiss
for you are reveries unknown gold band
scenes from a fantasy where we find bliss
under an evergreen bower we'd stand
tempted to do more than walk into mist,
is some dream that's becoming realities
unrealized beyond dawning's expand
skies horizon over green hills abyss
of galaxies expanse in no mans land.
XanaduAghast before castlesXanadu3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
degraded effortlessly from
grace's high idiosyncratic,
Lost 'mongst nothing-
opposing promises question
through unraveling various
ways xanadus yield zeal.
FriendsWhat is a friend, and what do they do?Friends2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Must they be old, or can they be new?
How do you meet them, and why are they there?
Are our lives separate, or can they be shared?
Is a friend someone to trust, to laugh and to love?
Will they be by your side when push comes to shove?
Are they in your heart, or just in your mind?
Are they quite common, or perhaps a rare find?
Do they hold your hand, let you squeeze it real tight?
Do they talk things out, rather than argue and fight?
Are they there for you, whatever the day?
Will they take you in and give you a nice stay?
Do they help you survive, when time is quite trying?
Do they sit by your bed, when you lie there dying?
Are they in your thoughts, when you lay down your head?
Do they put down their tasks to help you instead?
A friend is a gift, one to hold close and dear.
A friend is a giver, bringing love, mirth, and cheer.
A friend is there, helping all that you do.
A friend is forever, to be shared with me and you.
Traveling PlayerI wander hither, thither and yon,Traveling Player5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now I am here, now I am gone.
A new path to follow a fresh road to walk
and now and then, a friend with whom to talk.
I'm never in one place for long,
but I never leave without a song.
Teach Me HappinessTeach me what it’s like to smile without a hidden frown.Teach Me Happiness4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Teach me what it feels like to never let anything put me down.
I’m tired of always being in a sinking boat,
Rocking in the lonesomely waves, praying to stay afloat.
Teach me how to find love without the threads of hate.
Teach me how to cherish my finds without my own hate I easily create.
The water is freezing as my boat and I are pulled into the sea;
Before the water begins drowning me, I call out a plea.
Teach me that pain doesn’t last forever.
Teach me that I can win against all odds, against this hefty endeavor.
The steel chains, strapped onto my ankles, sinks me down deeper;
I reach out toward the light, being eaten away by the Grim Reaper.
Teach me happiness.
Teach me ampleness.
How can I open myself without the fear of
Old Fashioned BridgeThese wise trees have watched me growOld Fashioned Bridge5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From a young boy to an aged man
This silent river has always been here
Passing though my homeland.
Yet there is something that will never change
Even if the book, turns to a new page
Guardian bridge, you are here to stay
May you guide those who cross your way.
Ancient stone, standing firm and strong
Announcing, that the road is still long.
Memories of what was once big and gray
Live longer as I fade away.
The NotebookThe end of the notebook had finally arrivedThe Notebook6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The last time she would ever write his name
Beyond the margins she had lived her life
And from beyond those margins he had came
In to her secret life like he was a character
Of whom stories and fables she would tell
But he was not confined to the notebook’s pages
He lay wherever her mind chose to dwell
Sometimes realities blurred lines confused her
But she knew that the notebook never lied
As what ever she had written in those pages
Was written in her soul, her heart and mind
The end of the notebook had finally arrived
A chapter closed on possibilities
A mosaic of her mind brought life to the pages
The pages brought life to her memories
In her secret life he was just a green eyed boy
Of whom she’d call her soul mate, her best friend
She feared that he was just confined to the notebook
Knowing one day that notebook had to end
So sometimes she became confused and frightened
But the boy still hides between the lines
Reading of the da
Living On WheelsLiving On WheelsLiving On Wheels1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
Blind in eyes
Arms stretched wide
Feet like wheels
I feel the world
Ups and downs
Until it's over or I give up
Mirror ImageSuffocating on the leash.Mirror Image1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their grip on me is like Hell sometimes.
Teach me to be just like them, a mirror image.
But this fighting spirit blew rebellion to the chimes.
It rings: I am not you. Not everything I do is wrong.
There are some things I do right.
Song plays to deaf ears.
To them it's as dead as a windless kite.