The Prince of MarsOn the bare mattress, he trembles;The Prince of Mars5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
praying for his white knight to come back.
Devoured by the very thing he consumes,
his disposition now mimics the windows he's painted black.
No sunlight does he ever permit,
for it invokes the mischievous shadows that challenges his fight.
All reflections he forbids,
for fear of the stranger that triggers his fright.
The insatiable hunger makes him devoid of deference,
and he's willing to sell everything he owns.
All this for the few hours of heaven,
that can be bought with precious stones.
Blown AwayDays like this I want to fly awayBlown Away2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave behind broken wings
Dance with the wind
I couldn't save youThis is to the memoryI couldn't save you4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of your beautiful green eyes
reflecting the flames of every fire that danced before us
This is to the memory
Of every broken dish flung at the wall
And this is to all the gashes and rivers I’ve stopped
All the days spent holding your shaking form safely in my arms
Knowing you’re farther from me than ever
Despite the heat of your shaky breath on my neck
My dear friend….This is to you
and how much I wish I could have stopped it all
Taken every cell of life and slipped it back into your torn
I would have thrown away that deadly sliver of metal
thrown it far away
Farther than the mountains
Surrounding the kingdoms we created in the mud of your backyard
I’d have lifted you up into my arms and shown you just how beautiful you are
I’d have shown you how much I loved you…
But instead now you lie among the decomposing flesh of those we don’t know
Those we no longer remember
AriesCelestial horn of plenty,Aries6 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Ram of God might-
Wind waves wisp of fleece.
Love Me Dead Harley's versionA song which explains the feelings of Harley for the Joker (a little bit ambiguous)...Love Me Dead Harley's version8 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Love Me Dead by Ludo
Love me cancerously,
Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.
"High maintenance" means
You're a gluttonous king
Narcissistic and mean.
Kill me romantically.
Fill my soul with vomit
Then ask me for a piece of gum.
Bitter and dumb
You're my sugarplum.
You're awful, I love you!
He moves through moonbeams slowly
He wears me down to bones in bed
Must be the sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead !
You're a faith-healer on T.V.
You're an office park without any trees
Corporate and cold
Gushing for gold
Leave me alone.
You suck so passionately
You're a parasitic psycho, filthy creature
Finger-bangin' my heart
You call me up drunk
Does the fun ever start ?
You're hideous and sexy !
He moves through moonbeams slowly
He knows just how to hold me
And when his edges soften
His body is my coffin.
I know he drains me slowly
He wears me d
By the stairsAs I sit by the stairsBy the stairs2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look out the window
And see the sun sparkle
On the freash snow
It seems I can't
Can't please anyone anymore
If I work I work to hard
Ifi sit I don't work at all
Help me I'm stuck
In a rut
Going in circles and
Round and round I go looking for a way out
The stairs give me peace for some reason
Perhaps because I work my why up
Only to be knock down again
So I say why
Why why must the world
Be so cruel
At least I feel safe
By the stairs
Acrostic poem of an acrostic poemPart 1Acrostic poem of an acrostic poem7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without any doubt I flow
Hearing that sweet melody.
Eventually I will fade,
Even the greatest enemies.
I declare this is my goal.
Finalities aren't bad,
In fact they help you
Noticing what were the things
Deceiving you from the start.
'Sorry' will get you nowhere
Or at least would it do as a word.
Ordering your life never do any bad,
Therefore why don't you try?
Heaven is open to those repairing the scars
Inside their hearts, inside their minds,
Noting that they were not perfect and
Guiding others to do the same.
Care and friendship don't lead to happiness,
Otherwise, why would I be so sad?
Meanings are lost, madness is found,
Fear is nothing but an invention of the mind,
Ornery feelings that make you weak,
Reality twist created by imagination.
Stranded for years.re-birthing immuring,Stranded for years.3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
traversing but lost,
returning now awning
shooting stars would spill
chiming as eternity
now that solace was still
passing on ethereal
through these trials and knots
was this real or not.
empty, we stirred
stranded for years
subdued we were branded
as wary and wearisome we were
was humbled by some
as this ensemble was written
we stumbled as one
hailed we was impaled
as leaves of new spring
to unveil the dearest of wings
as we would gleam
more than dreams that were glum
as we would bleed
and blot out the sun.
A Tomato In FlorenceFlesh...so ruby red.A Tomato In Florence2 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A voluptuous goddess
Ripe for the harvest.
Real loveHow can you love a face,Real love24 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
will time pass without a trace?
How can you love a mind,
won't it lose it's sanity?
These words I say will fade away,
This body will grow old
like a tree in the cold.
Only then I will know
if you really are in love.
Inner GardenInner Garden8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood vessel buds
churning against soil
soaked in saliva
into bloom on flowers
gouged out of veins
wrapped around trees
sticky with dried blood
from the lung bushes
exhale air dotted
leaves as wisps
of white attend
like the ghosts
of nurses brushing
brows of doomed patients
Strangers In VisionsStrangers in visions of wildernessStrangers In Visions6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Held captive in a lover's eyes
Who stole in the whisper of promises
The key to the other one's mind?
On treks in another kinds notion
Subservient and lacking in wile
The soldiers move forward in motions
Betraying a lyrical style
In pastures the flowers are grazing
An ever-field locked into time
In memory of what they are tasting
The stars in the night shall align
For beauty is what we are grasping
Released in an ethereal smile
We hear not the pitch that is sharpening
The edges we needed to file
A journey, on such, you are taken
Of values and fears left behind
Who stole in the whisper of promises
The key to the other one's mind?
DiscriminationDiscrimination5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Discrimination is like a snake
The prejudice is venomous
Pain through verbal abuse, so perilous
Harming others through hatred of a race
This disgrace is an abomination of human creation
The mere premises is pure pestilence that degrades honour and elegance,
Through a melting pot mentality that is a fatality to all
Those who are assimilated into the harsh reality of hatred
Discrimination, what a nasty word
It conjures thoughts and of evil deeds,
Invented by the humankind because of creed
Its language is foul,
Poisonous and sharpens the tongue
It hurts not just the mind, but also the soul
There is direct historical evidence
That prevalence of discrimination has caused
Mass eradication of a people or nation
Because they aren't white or Arab or Asian or any other race or from a society
Since when did a human being look down upon another as a liability?
Is this fuelled by greed or envy?
The poison of superiority is one that bites harder than cyanide
A great rift of a divide crosses the mind
LIRIA CRUSADERSIn this world, it is not like your ownLIRIA CRUSADERS4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For in this land sat a king on a thrown.
Though this man had a kind face,
Behind the castle walls, peonage took place.
The king thought himself a powerful man
And enslaved the entire Zotairak Clan.
The Zotairaks’ leader, whom once stood tall,
Now sat under the king as his personal thrall.
This way of life lasted for many centuries,
Building up some rather terrible memories.
Finally one day the Zotairak leader had enough.
He rose up tall and yanked off his cuff.
With his mighty voice, he roared to his clan,
“Come brothers, come sisters, and come forth woman and man!
Together we will fight back for our land!
We will be free of this pain, free from this misery!
We will break from this evil penitentiary!”
So the battle began and soon turned into war
Ending only when neither clan could fight anymore.
Though, this war was far from over. This they all knew.
The Zotairak retreated across the sea to Feiaras to plan their next move.
Shuttle prelude chapter 22: Language sessionsThe next day was raining, so the shuttles were all inside their hangars, and Discovery took this as the perfect opportunity to have a ‘language session’ with Eileen.Shuttle prelude chapter 22: Language sessions4 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Eileen sat down cross-legged in front of Discovery, her head still down. “Ok Disco,” She started. “It appears you already are able to understand English, but you just don’t know how to speak it yet. Am I right?” Discovery nodded her head, confirming what Eileen had said. “Ok, then it seems that you learning English shouldn’t be too hard, as long as you know how to pronounce the words right. As for me…” Eileen hesitated and sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “I’m afraid that humans don’t understand space shuttle at all.” Discovery gave a low chuckle and she grabbed the paper. ‘you say a phrase in English, I will translate it to you in Space Shuttle.”
As Eileen read this over, she smiled and nodded. “As you wish,
No God - concept - Casimir +No God - concept - Casimir +8 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Casimir jumped down the wall and quickly made his way over to the basement door giving him excess to his current save-house. The buzzing of the I-V'1's was getting louder every second now. Fumbling a little with the old rusty lock he finally managed to get the door open and slipped into the dark room. Moments later the I-V-1's were buzzing by in a frantic search of the culprit. Sighing he pushed a hand through his messy hair, this one had been rather close, still it won't stop him from going out the next night as well.
Stepping over a puddle, he really should check the water pipes sometime, he started walked up the twisting staircase.
The plan had been perfect, well maybe not perfect or they wouldn't have been interrupted, but the point was they shouldn't have been interrupted if everyone played their parts right. Must have been that one guy with the funny looking eye, he had suspected that fellow from abusing the needle a little more then needed, but pawns were so very limited