I Fell AsleepI fell asleepI Fell Asleep5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
Surreality 2Surreality 26 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Needle of the PineYou're a needle of the pine, my dear -Needle of the Pine3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a poking of the spine, a narrow rod
to gently prod my heart in waters brine.
And when I fall, you pull me tall
to bask in heaven's shrine, for what you are
'tis not sub-par, my needle of the pine.
Without MythologiesWithout MythologiesWithout Mythologies2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I could, I would make you a raging river,
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander, and forever be able to run away
Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted - with pain.
- John K. Samson
We’re watching the sun drown in a lake,
your eyes are far away and you say you wish
you were the wind.
You stretch out your arms like tired old wings,
and say you hope one day the sky
will just swallow you up. In that last sliver
of light, I tell you that you have it all wrong.
You could never be something so invisible as wind,
(It’s cool breathe makes us shiver,)
If I could, I would make you a raging river.
I’d turn your fingertips to salty spray,
your bones to smooth
Your lips would kiss the ocean each day,
your gut would fill with fish and frogs.
Your fidgeting toes never forced still again.
I’d turn your heart into a waterfall,
And last of all I’d make
those rushing waters from your brain,
LoveThis torturous feeling that engulfs my heartLove1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And sends me spiraling into the dark
This chide that repeats itself within my mind
And berates me with remarks of what I sought to find
Dead and asleep, I have walked this earth
This waltz of sorrow I’ve repeated since birth
But the steps started to change, as I grew
And as I felt my hand being grabbed, I knew
That something unknown to me would soon grow
A feeling within me, that’s both friend and foe
The empty space has been filled
And open the door to that once sealed
Cupid’s arrow hit its mark
And sent me spiraling into the dark.
SanityThe walls of this place were white,Sanity6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sanitation and cleanliness were no doubt at play.
Walking through them I search for the light,
Lost forever in this building, searching for the day,
The one where I would no longer be lost.
The rooms were empty,
Not a soul but for the ones at rest.
I wouldn’t say I felt guilty,
But what I had done, I would address,
And realize my action’s cost.
Continuing through these halls,
I can’t help but look at the paint.
I remember the red smears on the walls,
The copper scent lingering still and faint,
Yet luckily those memories I tossed.
I pass on, leaving behind this phenomenon.
I see a shred of the sun’s rays,
And quickly I leave my role of false surgeon.
Behind me the blood of my past lays,
Leaving it to the cold and frost.
Backwards HateAnd that is the truth.Backwards Hate23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't love you.
it is simply senseless to say
you are a positive and critical thinker.
an inept, naive person,
you're most definitely not
very smart and clever.
instead, you are
ignorant and foolish,
mindful and attentive.
you make people
hateful of you,
trying to be a positive influence.
forever shall I find you
achieve only little in life,
never striving to
be unique and creative.
that's why it's not hard to believe that you aim to
"only be mediocre, untalented and uninteresting."
backwards thinking to ever tell you
"you are worthy of love."
(now read in reverse)
The Fruit of LoveIn each passing yearThe Fruit of Love4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
another leaf falls
not unlike a tear
at each heart's call
And this sacred tree
of my barren heart
needs a caring bee
with pollen, to impart
To end this gloom
And this despair
To bring my flowers to bloom
And my fruit to bear.
Fluttering WordsFluttering Words1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ink Flows Swift
The ink flows swiftly: it cannot be stayed;
The words of my pen are as liquidly made:
They dance, they twirl, from every side they spring
And beautiful still is the story they sing.
This paper, it waits for me, empty and white;
It eagerly whispers: “Fill me tonight!”
I write a word, then ten, then more
And higher and higher, the story will soar.
It leaps from my fingers, it heavenward flies—
Soon, as I watch, it is lost to my eyes;
May it fly as free as the wand’ring birds—
I’ve given you life, my fluttering words.
L’encre coule, elle ne peut être haltée :
Les mots de ma plume sont aussi lisses qu’elle ;
Ils dansent, ils tournent et jaillissent de tous côtés
Et l’histoire qu’ils me chantent est belle, si belle.
Le papier blanc m’attend, patient,
Il me chuchote: « Emplisse-moi ! »
J’y mets un mot,
RunesThough I know so littleRunes3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to see
And though I cannot read
The text is clear
As shapes, as shapes-
-I trace them walking
With a mumbled pace
Like bookends for the way
On paper, glass or stone
I find those thinking
Like eyes that never blink
But never watch
Like windows for the ship
On trip through choppy seas
Forever up and down-
-Till the crash on blunt downs
Yet I know
Minds melt the wax of ignorance
With a flame
Facing hard against the darkness
But soon that all goes out
Soon one cannot learn
Where the fire's ash
The knowledge has already burned
I keep a library
From the past lives I hope I had
Lost in the keeper's flat
And left as arcane fragments
Spells, ancient spells
From language and movements gone
I try to follow
But fail when my meaning's hollow
Dust grows like the ivy's bane
While the pages mould
Left stagnant is the cold-
-Ink gone to waste
As shadows taken shape
Regressed to spirit never kept
I let them go
Because my eyes would never know
While I watch
Confronting a Queen BeeThough we've just met,Confronting a Queen Bee4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know you more.
You're like a new book
That I've read before.
I've seen how you're worshipped
And admired by all,
But behind that flower
Is a thorn of gall.
Every 'friend' you acquire
Is just one more tool;
Because your perfect smile
Can charm any fool.
A vain flick of those locks:
They're wrapped in your spell.
Flutter those eyelashes:
They're trapped in your shell.
You want to be famous?
You will with your hex -
You'll have all that you want
And million-dollar cheques.
Your eyes: polished sapphires.
Your hair soft as petals.
Yet in that rosebud mouth
Lies a fanfare of nettles.
Your voice - angelic.
Your words like sweet glue.
But when was an ANGEL
Ever like you?
Your beauty - a mask;
Behind lurks spite,
Controlling your 'friends'
Like a king's loyal knight.
You have all that you want,
Yet still you yearn,
Because you get all you want -
No need to earn.
Adorned with jewels,
Wrapped in top labels,
Make-up to rival with
Maidens in fables.
Recovery Chapter 2"Okay. C'mon, 'Jack." Bluestreak grunted, gripping the underside of Wheeljack's shoulders and half-lifting, half-dragging the wounded mech towards the entrance, leaving a thick trail of energon in their wake.Recovery Chapter 25 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quickly realizing that dragging the engineer would take too long, Bluestreak managed to haul him to his pedes and drag him along by slinging one of Wheeljack's arms around his neck and one of the Datsun's own arms around Wheeljack's waist. He then proceeded as quickly as possible through the city, attempting to avoid being dragged into the battle that surrounded them.
"Bluestreak! Over here!" Inferno called from the mouth of an alleyway. He nodded to Red Alert and they provided cover fire until the gray mech was able to haul Wheeljack into the alleyway and set him against the wall, slumping against the wall himself.
"Wow. He sure is a mess." Inferno said, "Are you attemptin' ta get him ta the medbay?"
"Yep. It shouldn't be far." Bluestreak answered, looking at Wheeljack.
The Conscious WallsThe conscious wallsThe Conscious Walls6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Within the mind
Before a fall
Don't count your time
Brown horses galloped
From mercy's sway
Rode strong, they went
Into the night
The stallions roared
As well they might
And in the dawning dead of day
Battered and bruising, humility lay
Lines On WineLines WrittenLines On Wine1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The finest, smoothest medicine
That I could ever find
It keeps my blood in circulation
Strengthens my old mind
I take a glass of it every day
After I dine
It was in ancient Greece
The elixir divine
Accepted by Kahlil Gibran
And the pre-islamic Parsis
Hail to the vine
I Suck At Being A BirdI fly up highI Suck At Being A Bird1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
into the bright sky,
hoping I never come down.
But then I start to fall,
about to lose it all,
knowing I'll never fly again.
Do You See Me When You Look At Me?Comparison,Do You See Me When You Look At Me?3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Staring in the mirror,
There I am,
The me who I am at the present,
Have I learned from those lessons?
That have reshaped and reformed,
Remade and adorned,
The one you see before you,
Yes I am,
Yet conscience of my self and others,
So I've played down the boastfulness,
Laid to rest the egotistical bullshit,
Replaced it with realness,
I ask you do you feel this,
Emotion I express,
Face to face,
I contemplate everyday,
Do you see me or me?
The me now or the me I used to be,
Am I who you thought you'd see,
In this current day?
In this current way?
Who am I,
Look into my eyes,
Who am I,
This KidThis KidThis Kid3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Entering the halls, year after dark year
Is this kid, struggling just to appease
Twin gods which stand above, exploiting fear
Seeing him without pity, a disease
Each dark day this kid sees the sixth letter
No one offers this kid help, no one cares
This kid haunted by the sixth wants better
But all he sees each day are the god’s glares
Now he sits on the side of the road there
Because the sixth letter said he had to
Now this kid, by the sixth letter laid bare
In the end saw no real reason and flew
This big red six is the idiot’s mark
Here placed on one with the genius’ spark
WhispersWhispersWhispers4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born from silence there be a bellow meek
As diverting as black and white to ears
So as if it were one drop in a creek
A whisper is like a second to years
If we were to side wisps with other sounds
Such as busy streets, all we ever hear
We might find in a whisper what surrounds
One who listens; wisdom in amounts dear
A wounded soldier in his dying breath
Ensures his family prosperity
Offering them words to warn before death
Through a whisper wisdom in clarity
A young man and his woman pass the time
In each other’s arms, their voices silent
To each other they whisper, you may find
Words of admiration without lament
In forests adventurers may listen
To the faraway howls and distant winds
Whose whispers warn them of storms and christen
The time left till they reach their journey’s end
A whisper has a way of taking words
To make wiser the seeking ones who hear
They wish to be as carefree as the birds
While walking through life for year after year
The faraway noise of a
Strangers In VisionsStrangers in visions of wildernessStrangers In Visions4 days 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?
He wants to stay aliveHe wants to stay alive. He climbs the screenHe wants to stay alive5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and yells, he clumsily releases claws
and falls a couple feet. Please don’t be mean,
I’m hungry, hungry, hungry. Nature’s laws
have no respect for individuals,
not you or me or him. I take a box
to give him shelter, sprinkle crunchies, call
him “kitty”. Young and thin, surviving shock
and awe, he looks into my face, his eyes
know how to find another set of eyes
and read intent. He looks ahead and spies
the house. He knows a house. He buys
goodwill and six months later there he is,
inside the house, with warmth and food. It’s his.
The PerformerI put on the costumes for all the rolesThe Performer6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Read invisible lines from all the scrolls
I try my hardest to plays the parts
To master all the desired arts
But try as I might, I can't get it right
I slip and fall from the crowd's barks and bites
I practiced all night, though I have stage-fright
But they just complained
And everyone claimed
That I was bad for their eyesights
A Single ThoughtMy mind is confusedA Single Thought6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My thoughts are lost
Until they are tossed onto a page
Then I regret my thoughts
Scared of my mind
Of the pen in my hand
Dumping my innermost thoughts
Clearing my mind
Till it barely drips with a single thought
A purge of pen and paper
And of my Mind
Til tears flow
Flowing till nothing is left
Not a singe thought
HoldI hold on tightHold3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with all my might
to everything I love.
But I'm far too weak
to hold anything to keep,
so I am left with nothing.
Don't Hate The GameDon't hate the player, hate the game. You rolled the dice and things took a turn for the worse. You see now, lady luck is on my side. The cards you were dealt, the decisions you've made all have lead to your despair. While I progress on this board, making profits as I strut along. It's not entirely your fault as I've stated before. Your ignorance played well into your unlucky streak that brought you to your current position. You've been known to fail before remember? No? That's because your latest string of victories left you blinded to the reality and gravity of situation that you and this game we play placed you in. It may have seemed to you, that I was the lowest rung on your ladder of foes you have stepped on to reach that top you so loved. Now, I sit up on that throne you once called home. I've sat here for a while now in fact. Right beside you, keeping an eye on you. Watching you fall and crumble as I did before. Why did I do this you ask? It is because, I want to see you grow. WDon't Hate The Game1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This