SacrificeSacrifice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
becoming part of the stockBecoming part of the stockbecoming part of the stock6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By the shadow demon
(Woman into cow)
Jo as she preferred to be known as, it seemed that every time she heard Joanne she always felt that she was in trouble.
At the age of 17, long hazel brown hair with eyes to match, she was indeed a very beautiful farmers daughter.
Jo always had the idea of taken over her fathers dairy farm, if Drake was still working at that time. Drake was a young farmer in training, her father always gave him a hard time but by the end of every day they always sat down and had a chat. Only being one year older then she was with short dull blonde hair, sky blue eyes with a short but ruff goatee and well built, Jo just loved every time that she saw him but also doubt it that she was too nervous and too shy to even say hi.
One day, her father came up to her.
Listen Jo, Ive got to go to a farmers convention so I wont be here for two weeks so can you take care of house? Her father asks
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
DreamtakerDreamtaker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SLIPPING Slipping slipping
I almost had it right in my palms
AWAY Away away
My eyes open wide like my lungs
GASPING Gasping gasping
Accumulated back into this world as I awake
PAIN Pain pain
Gathering the moments of the dream before it fades
REAPING Reaping reaping
My desired world is always taken from me
FAITH Faith faith
I never wanted it to be make belief
FEELING Feeling feeling
That unaware sensation is being ripped
BLAME Blame blame
But it's as if I am the one that is torn to shreds
Massacre of the InnocenceGeorgie Porgie threw an orgyMassacre of the Innocence5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just outside L.A.,
where Jack Be Nimble grabbed his thimble,
outing him as gay...
Little Jack Horner bought Time Warner
before the bubble burst,
though Jumping Jack Flash saw the crash
and liquidated first...
Jack said Jill was taking the Pill
to ward off impregnation;
the Three Blind Mice have lobbied twice
for victim's compensation...
Little Miss Muffet had her tuffet
and Little Bo Peep married a creep;
lamb chops gave him gout...
Jack Sprat's wife went under the knife
for Lap-Band surgery,
then Third Little Pig struck it big
on reality TV...
Old King Cole's gone on the dole,
exposed as a pretender;
while Wee Wil
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
Aura: The ResparkAura: The Respark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Respark
I, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your grace
Into the void of this sudden loneliness
Realizing I followed every single one of your steps
But yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting moments
Now I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promises
That which you still kept
So I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongest
You make sure to protect
To you, everyone, and everything is dearest
None left to neglect
But with all of that, you take on those heavy burdens
And try your best
Calling out your name into the nothingness
Forgetting about the peace you bestowed upon me
I guess it's just too hard to be away from