FollowWhere angels fear to treadFollow17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are paw prints in the dew
The heavens’ wings are spread
Where old cats contemplate the new
And slow contentment bides
In rooms where dozing hunters purr
(Though heart of fire hides
Within their smooth and silken fur)
The path you’ve walked was always led
By tails held on high
Now follow twilight into bed
To dream their lullaby.
Coraline - New World, New FateShe saw the empty lifeless coat.Coraline - New World, New Fate19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waving through the harshest winds
He got between the Beldam's sins
"You died for me"
She strolled along the garden path.
The little pond of death disturbed
And pebbles gathered on the curb
"You tried for me"
She saw the Beldam's corpse cackle.
Who stood tall in all her glory
Who made a deal the girl found glory
"You lied to me"
She went into that devil's kitchen.
She picked up a shining knife
No way she'll let her take her life
"I'll try for me"
She came into her wondrous kitchen.
She saw a girl lay on the floor
Pale skin, and alive no more
"It's too easy."
DaisyVoices whispering,Daisy8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
along with the winds,
halting the teary eyes.
nevermind the wounds,
of life,eventually dies.
Let us live,
we will see,
blooming beauty,it will give.
It is not easy,
countless stabbing of emotion,
Bloom like a daisy,
and let the past stay hidden.
the unendingthere's a cavern in this cadaver. noise ricochets off hollow walls,the unending10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
intensifying the immense desire to initiate my demise.
my soul split after the ellipsis tricked the will out of the innocent.
i have little motivation and the voices make my head spin,
leaving me wasted and short-changed at the frontline again.
let me sink to the fourth regiment. take my bayonet-
i have no need for it now, not when my skin sings for silver
and i'm begging for the end.
we won't be saved til we're dead, but corpses never know they're saved.
i'll lay in torment in my grave long after dirt covers my face,
but misery to me is commonplace, like my disgrace.
"you can't go to heaven unless you get high"- well, i've tried,
but my withering physique is merely shame with a face.
i asked entrance, and the doorman could not recognize me.
he said, "this place is for souls, not for the embodiment of self-loathing."
he denied me admittance and bid me good riddance, kicked me from the clouds,
and i fell back to living
Soul GiverSoul Giver22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love doesn't work that way
Like bartering a kiss for a piece of mind
Trading your hard work to shelter her
So she could helter skelter you
Although it looks to be but a contract
It's really the only pact
To why you are and why she is
and why the sky turns blue,
Sunset blood red dead falling off
a table to tomorrows as you play
with her hair in the present tense
wish time could stand still
But time like love has no rule
Other than now as yesterday fades
Oh the times spent in shades
Counting cards, discarding spades
In the hope that diamonds would
Fall down from above
Like effusions of
You could only hope that you
pledge your entire soul to her
and that she isn't the devil.
Master of The GameI wish I could forget you.Master of The Game22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop you haunting my mind.
But to my thoughts you are glue,
always buried down inside.
For despite our complicated past,
and all the time gone by.
I still dream about what happened last,
and your last songs cry.
You will forever be the master of the game.
Of which I no longer wish to play.
For I look back in a haunted shame.
Wishing I could let you slip away.
I Want Your WordsGive me your stories;I Want Your Words1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will devour them all.
I long to part pale paper;
inhale your ignited ink.
I have the hungriest heart,
and my mind makes me
completely consumed chasing
your many mysteries,
inspired in imagination.
Give them to me –
I must eat every last one of
The Calendar and the ClockI keep wanting to return to before that date.The Calendar and the Clock2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That date and that time
that sticks in my mind.
Before that moment
my father still lived.
But time keeps pushing me forward.
Ever further from that event into the future,
away from my father's last breath.
Distancing me from my father's
The calendar and the clock are my
enemies and my friends
I advance into the future both
away from him and yet also...
closer to him.
One day the clock and the calendar
will be my friend and take me
back to my father.
But until that day,
they are my enemies.
MamaMama there's a war goingMama5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
On under my skin - it's
Making my veins burn
And my eyes blur.
The whiskey is making my
Tongue too heavy and
My heart too light, mama,
My armor is cracking.
I'm tearing at the seams.
The offerings on the altar
Of my lungs are dying and the
Gods have turned away their faces.
[Mother Mary can't save me now.]
The 1960s Thank YouWe'll slip across the universe,The 1960s Thank You9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Floating in a sky of diamonds-
Fancy feet and cheshire grins,
'Cause I'm so happy when we dance.
Love, we'll name our children Jude
And Penny and maybe even Pepper-
And you'll be all the help
I'll ever need, wandering
Down our winding road.
We'll cary this weight
On both our shoulders and
We'll love this golden slumbered sunshine
Stamped along our always hellogoodbyes.
I'll hold your hand,
From here to Russia
With a smile because
This is all I'll ever need.
sabotageAllow me to let you in on the little storysabotage19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a man, his antagonists and more
Shenanigans abound wouldn’t ya know?
A man who believes there to a place for every face
He comes out cleared, before snapshots and microphones
A horse, steed, fallen to resignation
The attempts to stagnate him…
They accused him of meddlement
Involvement against the very things he stood for
When those were the things they themselves
Seeked to take down and destroy….
Bunch of hypocrites if you ask me...
Pompous potomus for you who spreak the dead Latin lingo out there....
Next they conspired, with a more tired allegation
Of a more lewd affair…
When all failed, words like incompetence and we made mistakes
Were thrown around…
Or perhaps, a man in power untouchable, no I doubt that…
Keep in mind his presumed sabotagers
Have befriended the Frenchman’s push back campaign
Saw them talking about it over champagne…
Let’s end on a very relevant irrelevant quote
Hopeplease don't make me cry todayHope14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts too much to feel
please don't break my heart this way
today I can't be real
tomorrow I'll be strong again
tomorrow I will deal
but please don't make me cry today
please help me keep the pain at bay
don't kick me to the ground today
please lend me strength to heal
A Song That Makes No SenseCan you hear it?A Song That Makes No Sense15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The meaning behind the poetry that flows passed my lips
like air from my lungs,
timeless words that vibrate the air
and caress eardrums like a lover,
words that hug skin like a friend?
come from my soul.
However, they are a mere solidification of liquid muse,
an attempt at spelling out the fluid love
I have for the world.
another word created by humans and
a four-letter word that means more than affection
It is the way goosebumps travel along your body
when the bass drops in a song;
it is the clench in your chest when you’re about to cry,
whether its tears of sadness or joy;
it is the heavy weight that clings to your body
as you run uphill,
and it is the sigh of relief when you reach the top.
Love is looking up to the sky
on a crisp Winter night,
trying to describe what you see:
it is infinite, it is madness,
it is so vast
it fills my soul to the brim completely,
not a drop over the side,
not a s
SlumberYou wear your face like a mask of expressions, carrying the weight of every word and tracing the curve of every motion.Slumber1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a fire to your eyes that burns atop blackened coal, beautiful and earthly like a dancer left alone in the ruins of a world.
I am but a pauper before you; the feast of previously undiscovered tastes and smells that you bombard my senses with until I am full.
And yet, as I am fortunate enough to watch slumber fall upon your face like a veil.
Your face becomes a prairie wrapped up in the last warm fingers of summer with only the briefest hint of life as something twitches and moves.
Your eyes smile with condiment as the fire is dowsed to make way for the rivers of moonlit water that beat out that soft rhythm.
Your table is left with just the scraps of the day for me to sample in lazy little gestures as I too take off the mask of day and follow you into the night.
What do you want to see more of?#1 Levi and my other original charactersWhat do you want to see more of?8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
2# ponies and other fandom work
4# comics/me and my friends stuffs
Comment down below ^^
To Not Know3/2/15To Not Know9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I was seeing things
Just a stupid lie
But I saw it with my own two eyes
Not once, but twice
I don't know anymore
I thought that I knew you well
Saw right through your shell
Maybe I saw another layer
Covering your raw core
When I look in your eyes, I'm in a maze
Surrounded by the fog and haze
You will always be
One big mystery
I wish I could see
Who you really are
Are you just a sinking ship
Or the night with bright stars
I can’t tell the difference
If my heart beats fast
Whether it’s love or fear
Of your true colors
Nothing can be the same again
I can’t look at you like before
How something can change so quickly
If feels so weird
Yet it feels so right
I didn’t know what to say
That was before and this is now
All I have to say is
Thank you and farewell
SubmergenceMem’ries roll over me, and what am I to do?Submergence10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faded regrets drift in with the tide
choking, sputtering, I’m reminded of you.
What was ever more real than drowning?
You, my buoy and tidal wave
and I, the weighted drowner,
too far gone for you to save.
resonant soulIve seen in your eyesresonant soul2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the beauty I have always
i dont suppose it will ever fade away
Do you see the same in mine
or am i just fooling myself
into thinking so?
there were times i could tell you cared for me
now only a faint resonance remains
have i failed?
is this truly the end?
She Sees, She HearsEyes and ears open to experienceShe Sees, She Hears17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sounds and sights old yet new
Heightened awareness momentarily owned
Within her body, mind and soul
DivorceWhen nightmares become reality,Divorce13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do I know when I'm wake?
The tears stream down my face,
Realizing I knew it was coming.
I cry out to know I'm not alone,
Though to my dismay no one answers.
Reoccurring is the nightmare
That wakes me up to no body next to me,
Has me feel anger, sadness, fear.
Am I doomed to repeat this?
It seems to be a vicious cycle.
For a Drowned GeishaPoor country girl!For a Drowned Geisha18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This sea of Tokyo,
it ruined you.
You took only a dip,
but the tide was too strong,
and it swept you away,
and sunk you in sorrows.
It filled up your lungs,
blackened your vision,
stifled your head,
and plunged your body down.
I can still hear the splash,
of your ghostly voice,
paddling the notes of that sad lullaby,
crying out for home.
that distant shore,
where you drifted away long ago,
never to return.
7.31.15. would it be - unfinwould it be another girl,7.31.15. would it be - unfin15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
another tired person in a cold room
with moldy ceiling tiles,
and a rust coated water fixture.
would she be bright and happy,
with blue hair and an entire
wardrobe composed of jeans
and hoodies, and most importantly
the colors black and blue.
would she like cats and poetry
and going to the coffee shop
in the middle of the day;
she'd be friends with the barista,
and her favorite drink would have
whipped cream and chocolate.
The Ascot Food Storechatter.The Ascot Food Store12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
white noise of the morning rush.
laughter piercing through the hiss and bubble.
clattering clanks of glass with steel with porcelain.
There is a basin in the front
tiny. well formed.
no real function to speak of
seemingly alone, unused, unloved.
This basin in the front
white. not cream, nor off white. white.
faucet turned inward towards the sliver of wall.
items of purpose sit close by
differences stark, cold and real.
their haughty come use me pose
To the basin in the front.
to the left
a basin in use. with taps. does it know?
does it wish for this single minded purpose?
like its kin to the left?
The basin in the front
surrounded by the masses
all waiting, wanting
nothing it can provide.
there is a sticker on the back, inside.
what would it say?
a note of why it is shunned or
a letter of yearning to be used. abused.
The basin in the front.
no use, no purpose
all form, no