Play with MeShe was short and small,Play with Me5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with little blonde curls.
She held firmly her doll,
looking at the other little girls.
“Play with me?” Asked Bell,
tattered blue dress swaying slightly.
They laughed and scoffed,
playing with the rich kids was not at all likely.
So she cried to her mother,
eyes red and puffy.
It wasn’t the child’s fault,
her clothes were old and scruffy.
With her child in her arms,
The mother sighed sadly.
How could she have known,
the divorce would’ve hurt them this badly?
“People might not let you in pumpkin,
but you’ll always be my child.”
Anger began to creep in the mother’s veins,
but she’d kept her expression quite mild.
“But mama you see,
it just ain’t the same-
I love you an’ all,
but I wanna play their game.”
The mother wiped Bell’s tears,
biting her bottom lip.
How dare they reject such a nice child!
Those children had just made a slip.
“Why don’t we- I get you to bed
Ms. Van WinkleMs. Van Winkle, shine and twinkle,Ms. Van Winkle1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a star on fields of war.
Rip Van Winkle, dance and sprinkle,
Out on sea, where you meet me!
Ms. Van Winkle, bullets tinkle,
Arcane blaze and magic haze!
Rip Van Winkle, twist and wrinkle,
In your throes, like all your foes.
Ms. Van Winkle, do not crinkle,
Have no shame in misjudged aim.
Dear Lieutenant, raise the pennant!
We'll meet again in Valhall's glen.
100 Poem Challenge: Trouble Lurking T earing apart my world100 Poem Challenge: Trouble Lurking3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
R ipping it from the inside out
O bservant it hides from me
U ntil it decides it’s time to strike
B elow the surface
L aying in wait
E very day it goes stronger
L ately it’s gotten stronger than me
U nderneath my skin it
R ipples ready to burst out and
I n this moment it hides
N aught to be seen
G uns can’t kill it. So there’s no need to try.
Trouble’s Lurking inside of me.
Time to run.
Decryptage: L'Enfance de la MorteQue belle passé année au printemps du fleurs.Decryptage: L'Enfance de la Morte4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ce qui est tellement l'harmonie de l'enfance.
Au temps que l'illusion diminue la luminance.
Et se promène en fait la jeunesse meurt.
Cela de l'ombre, qui a descendu du ciel bleu.
Qui souille, le fantôme dissimulé que fait tragique.
La vie, qui s'est dévorée à l'absence mélancolique.
Ce de vie jeune qui se misent au rire moqueur du feu.
Que horreur des cries cadavres, qui illusion le bonheur.
C'est qui hante, c'est qui fait le chant moribond du peur.
Et que se qui compose l'orchestre de souffrance.
Cela de l'atmosphère, qui soignait les petits.
Mais que le serpent ombragé se sortit de son coquille.
C'est qui décrypte le mirage silencieux d'enfance.
ClarissaClarissaClarissa1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She lay in bed for countless days;
Long had he left her side.
‘T was not enough that he was gone by day;
He left her lonely throughout the night.
Still, she longed for his touch;
Still, she wondered when he would return.
Still, he walked not through the door,
In the morning’s pale light.
Clarissa longed for him so much;
Her desire for him like a torch did burn.
They had vowed to stay together forever more;
It was only right.
Then, one night about three days hence,
While she lay upon the bed,
She heard a voice speak her name—
Or was it all inside her head?
It called her once, then once again;
She ran to the window to see.
It moaned, “Clarissa, ‘t is I! But I am dead!
You had best find another and forget me!”
Final NoteInto the night where I can be myselfFinal Note4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the darkness is my home
Left my thoughts on the shelf
So maybe you will remember me
You can have everything you want
But me, I'm safe inside my head
It's the cage I built myself
No one else will get me but me
You won't hear me scream
But I will haunt your dream
At last when you think you are free
You will turn around to see me
A dance of everyday lifeI do what I want to do,A dance of everyday life5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a Saturday afternoon,
So my nigga J and I,
Declared it was time,
To get high,
As the sky,
And that's no lie,
We got blazed,
All night long,
'Till the sun rose up,
And killed this song to,
Everybody get lost,
In my trance
But this crazy life is,
All our hearts,
Have become estranged,
And our morals rearranged,
We are victims of time,
We start to change,
Is the name,
Of the game,
Everbody get lost,
In the romance,
This edgy game of chance,
I do what I want to do,
On a Sunday afternoon,
And that's why im playing,
This crazy fucking tune,
Like a mystic spell rune,
From the darkend moon,
Causing a typhoon,
Problems will ensue,
Because my generation,
Is ill like the flu,
Feet to the rhythm of the,
Everybody wants a piece,
Of this pie,
But not l
Autophobia I am afraidAutophobia 4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Far from home we both have strayed
I thought this nightmare was only for me
A horrid place only I could see
All my life, when I'm alone
I'm dragged back here so far from home
I don't know why, I don't know how
But none of that really matters now
Into the dark I must plunge
And from that dark, for me, they'll lunge
It falls to me
To set you free
My mind is made
And won't be swayed
Despite the fact:
I am afraid
My psychotic descent Baby I think im in love with a killer,My psychotic descent5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and its driving me mad.
I feel the fever course through my veins,
am I'm turning into a monster.
We can run to the cover of the shadows,
the broken misshapen happiness.
Lets let the madness takeover
its already killing us.
The world is but a game,
and you and me?
We're not the pawns,
but the chosen ones.
Lets burn down the town,
dance in the flames.
Just bathe in the anger,
to drown in the pain.
There's a fine line between reality and fantasy.
But who said they weren't the same?
This right here is the truth, sorry to disappoint my dear.
So wake up from your dreams silly girl.
Sing your songs with a scream
and an eerie smile to haunt my dreams.
Hypnotic eyes find their way to the windows of my soul.
And a stare sharp enough to kill.
Your my ghost,
I'm your hallucination.
Let's play tag.
The FollowerI hide my face under the hood.The Follower2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I follow you into the dark
And in my perfect creepiest mood,
Anticipating a fear spark,
That by sure will show itself
In your eyes colored as sky.
You don’t get, I know you well,
Just as well tonight you’ll die.
INSTANTECaen ya… una a una, lágrimas verdesINSTANTE4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
que el viento mese a su antojo,
cántico de amor a mi interno ojo,
melancolía soñolienta en los laureles.
Otoño que estruja mi frío verano
que mudo se queda en un río de palabras…,
en un espacio muy mío, de cometas…,
de pecíolos truncados besando mi mano.
Estoy sola… en la bruma de estos gritos
escolares, ahogada en la limosna
de las musas, lamiendo mis delirios;
lejos del camino mis pasos sin tribuna
en el desierto de cánticos escasos
que así florecen con la brisa marina.
The graveHere I lie,The grave47 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with this burned skin of mine.
I got burned at the stake,
by the jealous woman whose man I had stolen.
Here I lie,
with my small frame.
The maggots have taken my skin,
leaving my bones be.
So I must go outside to play.
Here I lie,
with my weapon by my side.
War took me from my home,
that I shall never see.
Here I lie,
with these tears of mine.
I could take it no more,
so I ended my own life.
Here we lay,
just waiting for others,
ever wondering who comes next.
Down here all look the same,
and worms eat them all,
no matter how vile or pure.
Red SnowThe smell of fearRed Snow1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A splatter of tears
The salty taste
Not a drop to waste
Springing from snow white flesh
Still quite warm and quite fresh
Mad ArabThey call me mad, but you're insaneMad Arab5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you don't heed my words.
There are creatures on this plane,
So eldritch, their existence hurts!
I wandered through the desert black
And heard the demons howling.
A saw the rifts, felt every crack
And listened to strange aeons growling.
“Write a book”, they told me soft,
“A book of cosmic evil.
Tell them of the ones aloft,
The ones below and the primeval!”
Can't you hear the hissing sounds,
Of things too wrong to say?
Can't you see cyclopic towns,
In waving fog beyond the bay?
I'm a prophet since that walk,
Of horrors from the stars.
I saw them move, I heard them talk,
They told me of their ancient wars.
I wrote a book for you to read,
The book of corners black!
The book of humming desert heat
And of the times, when they come back!