In the senilizing inkNeurons blurringIn the senilizing ink1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
speeches static on the saliva
graying and hollowing
brain fusing out
every notebook that is and was
smoking out into the notness.
The God of Abyss and InfiniteMarcis would much rather be mortal,The God of Abyss and Infinite3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
than the god of abyss and infinite.
The others ignore him -
but he is faded,
not quite there anyways,
and that angers him even more.
Marcis wants to be recognized -
he is a minor.
A lesser god.
there would be no space - infinite.
No space would mean no stars - no Baliph.
No stars would mean no sun - no Alalli.
And no sun,
means no life.
But Saida gets all the love,
all the adoration.
She would have nothing,
if not for Marcis.
And so his loathing for Saida begins.
Marcis is quiet.
He's always quiet.
Perhaps that's why no one ever realized something was wrong,
until too late.
Forever Friend by PatchAll my life I have been living in the shadows.Forever Friend by Patch3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wretched beast forced behind a mask.
A person who's mother couldn't even learn to love.
A person who has had the entire world against him.
All because of his hideous complexion.
My deformity has rewarded me a life filled with loneliness.
Perhaps a kind heart could change things.
Perhaps someone will actually look deeper than what is on the surface.
Look deep into my soul.
And maybe I can gain a true friend.
A forever friend.
Someone perhaps.. To call my twin
Friendship is a very near and dear thing to me.
With humbled honor I have someone now to call my forever friend.
And they have me to call their forever friend as well.
For they have seen the beast behind the mask.
And they are not afraid.
Sem-breakRestless, sleepless with the books to readSem-break13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
quite heavy-thick and wide to spread
making the very best to proceed
doing sure that failure's none indeed
At last, here is the moment to ease
forget the rest but never the beach
buddies here and there and you to reach
much we hope of ourselves to release
The chummy air blows in the lit'l hut
sparkling waves, sun getting got
catching on the bikini's coconut
picking up the tipples with the nut.
#32- Exploration#32- Exploration#32- Exploration1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Adventure and journey,
Lusted after by the common man,
Displayed on the silver screen,
The famed reaching fortune.
From ancient temple to forest deep,
Howling winter snow or baked sun,
The appeal is great,
But opportunity is none.
Pack your bags,
Don your suave cap.
Walk into the setting sun,
A wave to where you’ll come back.
Why?+You dance so good!Why?1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
-I won't dance
+You have a great voice!
-I won't sing
+You can go to the best school!
-I won't go
+You look amazing!
-I'll never show
+You can date models!
-I'll never do
Because you're shy?
Because you're sick?
Because you're troubled?
I bought a farm
Asked the bird on a tree
"Why would I?!"
What you never seeWalking on this roadWhat you never see2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I meet a lot of people
Their eyes never smiling
I see them; they see me
Disappearing like trickles of water
Winter KnockingThe days are growing shorterWinter Knocking3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wind is getting colder
It makes me restless.
Winter is for dreaming
And getting up and going
Winter is for trekking through feet of snow
Winter is the excuse to go
Far away, into the dark forrest dappled so
With snowflakes, with alone and not not alone
Winter is calling
And I'm restless with its voice
Follow the Moonlit Path...Follow the moonlit path,Follow the Moonlit Path...6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
chase your dreams.
Never lose sight of your goals,
but never forget to take the time to
admire the sights,
and enjoy the starlit journey.
I look to the moon for the ultimate goal,
but what I truly desire is the adventure that leads to it.
Memories are priceless,
and so is life.
Chase your dreams,
because you never know what is out there for you until you take flight.
The sky's the limit,
so live for the journey.
And if you catch your dreams,
look for the path to the next thrilling endeavor.
Feelings FeelingsFeelings7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you this
What are they
What do they do for us
Are we their prisoners
Should we command them
Do we comply to their demands
Do we own them
Do we listen to them
Are they all we are made of
Are they everything
Should we let them live for us
Should they speak to us
Shall we survive them,live with them or ignore them
Dead White MenI have to goDead White Men7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot go
here I go again
absinthe drinkers chase with chatter
existential, transcendental, all it shows is god is dead
Nietzsche cried and Sartre died
have your hopes been peaked?
smoky rooms and drinks on rocks
I see the rings up in the sky
spinning fans might knock them down
as Khachaturian flirts with blades
dark lit room and murmured voice
here again the Euro goes
hushing voices and grand old plans
that never see fruition
revolutions sealed in blood
a blood that’s boiled in stills
it seems all good things come from this
time well spent at taverns
now drink, and drink and drink it up
your sweet dreams are made of this
no abuse and none to use
only idols of the mind
I know I drank a drink in Hell
I drank it up with Goethe
damned all the Bishops fair
extolled by later sages
you come, you go, but one thing stays
the fame of dead men’s deeds
hate me now while flesh might walk
for when I die my name you’ll speak
and in a drunken genius daze
no one gone a
Hollow WorriesThe black cat,Hollow Worries8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Padding across our paths,
Superstition is their joke,
Bad luck is for those who bring it on themselves,
So stop worrying over that mirror you broke,
IdeasIdeas are slippery thingsIdeas10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A teacher once said
And I knew that it was true
When I thought about it in my head
I know you might not find this story funny, humorous or ridiculous
But you have to know that I tried my best
To make the sentences your hear
Sound happy, depressing, loud and clear
Ideas can be very hard to deal with
When you don’t how to control them
Although writers try to create the illusion
That writing is not a bubble of confusion
It isn’t always easy to come up with an idea
That will be easy to develop
Easy to picture
And easy to make into a scripture.
I’m sorry this inconvenience had to happen now
But it’s not like you can always get ideas
When you want to and how
If you don’t have a pencil or pen to write them down
Can you guarantee that they will be
Half as good as you though they would be
Ideas are very slippery things
Sometimes you easily forget them
So always bear in mind
To write down every idea you find.
A mother's memoirShe felt it growing inside her, aA mother's memoir11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Squirming, kicking, grotesquely twisted
Craft of nature. The consequence of
Strangling its way between her ribs.
Digging its dagger-sharp fangs into her
Blood, draining her of life.
She had flung open the doors of protection
Under the fantasy of Cupid's whispers,
And Venus' blessing.
Those heavily locked slabs of metal
Meant to safeguard that damaged piece of
Flesh. Written with scorched-black lines of
Pain printed on her paper-white skin.
He came striding bravely in, an offering
In his arms. A love that wafted between the rose's
Velvet folds. A gilded key to her heart. Slowly,
Those shoulder blades no longer sliced at his
Touch. Her words became smoothed; rounded
Into pebbles instead of shards. The flower bled on
So in the drowning, suffocating viscosity of passion,
And the wild whirlwind of lust,
He planted his seed deep inside her, into
The rich dark bed of fertility, where she
Nutured her deepest, darkest, shrouded dreams.
The World I KnowNever ending thoughtsThe World I Know13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of those who look out
tied with a rusty know
'til the brain itself cuts
By the dark works steadfast
silence calls sweetly dear
eyes cant shut up to the last
to the dusk disappear
Wakeful dreams of hallucinations
of darkness nightly invitations
the world weighty than reality
the gift of wits and insanity.
Build Upfingers like ballistas carrying accusationsBuild Up13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and splinters of faith stick in your chest and taint
the wellspring beneath the cages in your heart
as you hit the curb in a stupor like a bottomed-out sedan
going a little too fast
no one's sorry for you
Reacting Refracting reflections Reacting refracting reflections.Reacting Refracting reflections20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You dont know that you dont like me or the beauty I see there,
you dont know if I was everything in the infinite cycle of care.
If of terrible nightmares then carressing healing behind such fear,
You may not know still neither do I if I was all you loved, hated spaces time.
Intertwined being on the opposite side mind you the same spectre invading.
If winds of pure madness set me adrift.
then see in your planetary eyes something to lift.
Dont look away you have beautiful eyes,
I was not the madness the darkening cry, how far it all falls both in you and I.
We dont care where or how dark you are dragged into this
infinite twisting dream like abyss. care for sunrise reflected or shining from you.
Forgivness as always quelled any rage inside. Slowly muffled like
distant barking a dog no longer can hear.
reach out from madness a gift I will be here always turning
inside out this starlit rift. Neutrally changing
DreamsThe oceanDreams21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Renewal carefully mixed
with the bitterness of looking back
I want my own little corner
Pots and pans and the knick knacks of a life
Naked in the dirt of summer’s gardens
Cats weaving secrets through the sunflowers
Wicker rockers cradle the lost
There I can learn to trust love
and wear my rainbow heart
pine smoke and old books
that smell like home
Fade AwayWarfare, sinFade Away22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Built to win
Waste of breath
Money, power, cruelty
Eyes wide open
That one day you'll see
Violence at home
A bullet through the dome
The sacred dove
Of peace and happiness
Of friendship, love
So go and shove
Your dogma of excess
A stench that's here to stay
So make a list
They won't be missed
And then you'll fade away
FateWhat can be said about it. To some it is nothing. To others it is the sum of all fears. To me it is fate.Fate22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And fate is a wondrous thing. It visits us only briefly but takes all we have. Some have chosen to except their fate. Others have denied that it even exists.
But I have found the middle ground. Instead of denying it or accepting what will happen, I have chosen to take the path of the observer.
This path has been taken before but not by many. Those who take it choose to view Life and Death as acts in a grand play.
Although they have no impact on when the play begins and ends, they still have the choice of how they act. We still have that choice.
RelationsIf we all lowered our defenses,Relations22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
punches would hurt more,
but hugs would be warmer.
Our Play Is Donemy heart is torn apart by the darkness that I feelOur Play Is Done22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
every hour in my wake I can't help but wonder what is real
as time goes on I can feel myself slowly fading
each night that passes the dark music I always hear is softly playing
life is but a stage and our empty roles are played
the curtains close, the music stops and we shall soon rot and decay
I play my part and you play yours
hearts so heavy we forever mourn
our staged life not always perfect and clear
short and bitter sweet, our end is near
let the curtains down
let the music cease
the play is done
the actors deceased