Shadow PlayHiding in the the cracks and the places void of lightShadow Play20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching from a distance as you pull your laces tight
I am the product of the flicker emerging from your hearth
The progeny of the luminous casting darkness on your heart
I surround you while you sleep and whisper while you dream
A shadow in the night a companion unseen
You claim you do not know me but I am always there
I was witness to your conception my greatest creation
I am the master of your malice I am the urge for you to maim
I am your shadow in the dark the reflection you refuse to see
I was there when you felt like a fool
I am your darkness and you are my tool
From here to eternity I am eternally the father of lust
On white wings my my paternity
On black wings my vengeance
I the malevolent voice
The taunter of souls
I erupt and blossom
I am dusk the midway between dark and light
I usher in the night the harbinger of sleep and dreams
Where one is faced only with ones mind
I am the echo to the voice
Quick Little PoemHe's a monster in disguise,Quick Little Poem1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stringing up a web of lies.
Clever as the sneaky fox,
His mouth twitches as he talks.
No one dares to cross his path,
fearing his impending wrath.
No one must stand in his way,
for he's the fox and you're the prey.
Madam ShirinHe met her inside of a small hidden shopMadam Shirin5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That he found on a whim when he paused for a stop.
The sign on the door it read, “Fortunes inside”
And the door gave a chime when he opened it wide.
She beckoned him over and into a chair
Then she held out her hand and flipped back her hair.
“Ten dollars is all I will need to begin.”
So he paid and he listened to Madam Shirin.
Her voice was like honey poured over his ear
But the fortune she told him brought nothing but fear.
His life would end soon and Shirin told him when.
Death would come visit at a quarter to ten.
He didn’t believe it but then saw her eyes
Welled up full of tears to the young man’s surprise.
“I’m sorry,” she told him, “But this is your fate.”
So he gave her a kiss before it was too late.
Then took off out the shop and back to his place
Where he worried and plotted and, back and forth, paced.
But all he could think of was Madam Shirin
And then inspiration had st
JackIt's a quiet nightJack1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on London's streets
meaning you must be
for at this time
shady persons abound
as they walk the streets
of this fair town.
You wouldn't have worked
this long into the day
but your boss offered
some extra pay
and you desperately need
those wonderful pounds.
So you took it
and stuck longer around.
Now you pay the price
for working so late.
With every step,
you ponder your fate.
Are you going to live
or die in pain?
Will you ever see
your family again?
If you die
will it be from a gun
or a quick stab
from a sharp weapon?
Will they make it quick
to make sure it pays
or kidnap you
and drag it out for days?
Suddenly, you hear it!
A shout! A shriek!
It sounds like a friend
in a situation bleak!
Panicking, you run.
In its direction you head,
hoping that she
doesn't end up dead.
As you run,
you hear it again!
From the west end!
Throwing fear to the wind,
you run even faster,
praying you can save her
from some horrible bastard.
When you arrive at th
Colors of WarSilver is the blade wielded in battleColors of War1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That separates the traitors that to the enemy tattle.
Gold is plunder called "fortune and glory"
They make the war all the more gory.
Black are the hearts of the lovers of death
Who in their hate and their malice and in blood they dress.
Crimson is the blood of warriors who fought
Who, with their own lives, the lives of others they bought.
Gray are the clouds that observe overhead
The death and despair to which these lives led.
White are the talons extending from the sky
With it comes the roar that strikes fear into those who didn't die.
Yellow is the sun that dares not show its face
That weeps from the evilness of the human face.
Blue are those who lost loved ones in the war
They are the ones to open a new lifeless door.
Green was the grass before the fighting began
It turned to crimson and darkened the land.
Orange is the flame in a funeral pyre
Those who fought turn to ash in the fire.
Purple is the cloak of the unscarred king
Sending his troops
3 Semi-Disturbing PoemsThe evils in my mind are just as bad as what I've seen.3 Semi-Disturbing Poems1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All if it is terrifying if you know exactly what I mean.
These things with parts so sharp they'd strip your bones all clean,
Scariest thing about them is that all of them are me.
Night terrors and Night Mares are actual creatures
Both of them bearing such terrible features.
Gleaming eyes and giant claws
Skinny frames and gaping maws
And yet despite their fearsome nighttime display
All they want to do is have fun in the day.
The next time you find these monsters under your bed
Show them the happiest thoughts in your head
Cuddle up next to them, snug as a bug in a rug
Just give these mental monsters the biggest hug.
I'm a complex thing living in a simple way
Working real hard in the light of day
I'm tall and thin, just skin and bones
To think of it, this might be my skeleton form.
Blood Moon (MAJOR FORESHADOWING FOR DEAD RECKONINGBlood MoonBlood Moon (MAJOR FORESHADOWING FOR DEAD RECKONING5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A small poem written by an unknown author who claims to know about the myth of the Blood Moon.
From innocent blood
Blooms corrupt harlots
From a broken seal do Demons flood
Their souls tainted like polluted mud
Heart of Gold
Runs deep with regret
For the idea of Good has grown old
Is our downfall truly set?
Sacrifice your loved
Hate and strife brew more power than the philanthropy
Perhaps our heroes will be forgotten and left
Did they retreat into misanthropy?
The Basilisk questions saving life
The side of the Demons seems so tempting…they hold no judgment
He could forgo his perpetual abandonment
If he reinforces his strife
The forces of good protest
The Blood Moon only allows evil to prosper
But the good, will the corruption infest
The old words of love and kindness will be nothing but somber whispers
The weak and feeble proclaim retribution
But is vengeance our salvation?
Can we call this a revolution?
If it means that the only good people will be sent to damnation?
Nullify They pointed out you're rooting from withinNullify 1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I gave my trust to the bright facade;
It sores me to see how blind I coyld have been
AS you're decaying from failing to be God.
I ought to pity you- forgotten glory and alone;
Yet you denied your only true salvation;
A demon feeding with my darkness - a fact well-known,
You've fallen to your death for thos sweet temptation.
We shall meet again, master puppeteer,
For you'll have to pay the truth that you deceived.
Your strings of evil from me will dissappear
Free I'll be to burn all you achieved.
Fear me, for I'll put an end to you madness' flood
For I too am evil as we share the same blood.