Ode To A DraconicusWhen Equestria’s blight desires restOde To A Draconicus3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And seeks at night a bed
The mountains hold their tongue in fear
A cradle for its head
The four winds bend a servant’s knee
When beckoned by its voice
The cities of the world, its footstools
Long free from any choice
The sky reduced to choking ash
Forever in its wake
No soul was forfeit to the grave
That chaos did not take
Were e’er a fool alive its foe
Alive he is no more
Its name alone, a sacred key
To Death’s unflinching door.
-Untitled ballad from "Tome of the Nightwatch"
Common KnowledgeYou must be amazed at the worldCommon Knowledge3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and often your head must have swirled-
but know that you must
there are few you can trust
So curl up both hands left unfurled.
Lost FriendsI miss the times of friendships’ past, when timeLost Friends3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did seem quite short. Where laughter filled the air,
And life seemed good enough; when jokes were mine
And yours and ours; but life did not end fair.
It was the mediocrity, the hurt,
The constant change of plan, that lead me to
Forget that you would always be alert
And lies would change the life and hearts we knew.
And now I stand at yesterday, alone
And lost and scared. For I recall how I
Alone had caused this distance that had grown-
But in the wake of destruction, I sigh.
For if I had but only known how screwed
I left us be, I’d change how I’d be viewed.
Give it upEmbellish me with roses cardinal red, she cries,Give it up5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slash my body with the crooked thorns,
And take it to the sea in a blaze,
Because the fire has fury,
And the sea has scorn,
And I am merely waiting for perpetual sleep.
Adorn my smokeless lungs with fume
Bloody waves and fatigue,
Because there is satisfaction in watching flames fight;
Fight the infinite ocean to survive;
Fight the desire.
The standard answerAfter taking hard knocksThe standard answer11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
full of emotional pain
You pick yourself up, dust yourself off
and simply join lifes struggle again.
With hopes dashed demoraliszed
time and time to date.
In the aftermath on being asked "How are you now?"
You always answer "Me? I´m doing great!"
This is the standard answer
the one they want to hear.
They don´t want to hear your troubles
it fills them full of fear.
Fear for the future
and what might be in store
full of problems and hardship
maybe a whole lot more.
they ask politely but still just want to hear
"I´m fine thanks really."
Exactly what you said the day before.
by Suzanne karbach August 2014
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,The last to know12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she didn´t know how she should feel.
You said you loved her,
paid for a ring,
she was foolish, so naive,
to trust in you
All the time behind her back,
you kept on going off the track.
Lying, cheating naturally,
hurting people easily.
But now she knows
what your friends knew,
you didn´t love her
were never true.
she´s so upset, what should she do
she loved you so, was good to you
How could you really be so cruel
making her just look a fool
One thing is frustrating though
How come she was the last to know?
By Suzanne Karbach August 2014
SnowballFrom the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail,Snowball16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My Snowball is as black as night,
Except for a few minor details:
His belly has patches of white.
Dead Set To Finish YouStanding over youDead Set To Finish You16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thinking I might finish you
Set out on this mission
Dead set to diminish you
Meeting you at the end
To think you were a friend
Thank you for the skills
Here I am
Thinking gives me chills
But I guess it was just for thrills
You really got to me
And baby, that's what kills
Yea, watch me walk away
Your angel and her ripped up wings
Died inside today
Who Wins?I know where you standWho Wins?16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can see you below me
Found out first hand
Indirectly, you told me
Too shallow too swim
Yet still not breathin air
Goin out on a limb
You just don't care
Artistic, I see
Spittin those rhymes
Still no angel in me
Told you how many times?
But the clock still keeps tickin
Till the battery runs out
This girl keeps on kickin
Though I'm shrouded in doubt
You have your reasons
Of that I know
Faded just like the seasons
A memory of woe
So where are you?
Now that your colors are seen
What can you do?
Cuz I'm comin' clean.
Wipin these hands
Though cracked and bruised
F*ck your demands
I will not be used
I'm gonna haunt your thoughts
Whether you see it or not
And when the rose rots
You'll find what you sought
Behind each blank stare
In the back of your brain
On the moon way up there
With each drop of rain
You may not want to
Reality isn't much fun
But what can you do?
The battle is won
.I left you in the dark.17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With nothing but a tiny spark
And you can still hold onto me
In times of great anxiety
My prideful, stubborn heart has left its final mark
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
City Sky LineMirrored reflectionsCity Sky Line19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reaching up to the sky
tall straight structures
layered up on high
These angled giants
seen in many ways
wrapped all around
through the nights and days
swelling up before me
all eyes staring out
from each living structure
reflected at angles
deceptive to the eye
windows that stare out
all against the sky
noises bouncing off
filling the air with sound
even slanting across
they all touch the ground
Skyscrapers stand proud
looking down on me
crowding all about
makes for a great city..!
Copyright Lissie Bull 2014 all rights reserved
RealOn the 4th of AugustReal20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You saved me
As I was praying
I thought to myself maybe, just maybe.
Maybe he'll forgive
And I hope he forgets
The the scars that bind me
To a life I once lived
But now I know
That there's never been a maybe
He's always had love
It was his PLAN to save me
It's a debt I can't repay
But I'm lucky to say I have
Because I know no matter what
He's always got my back
I know I'm not good at writing
And it's hard to show how I feel
But believe me when I say it
I can attest your love
RememberI remember when you were a bumpRemember20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember when you gave a thump
I remember every cry
I remember every lie
I remember every skinned knee
I remember every sting by a bee
I remember the first day of school
I remember how you tried to be cool
I remember your best mate
I remember your first date
I remember your first check
I remember your house with a deck
I remember your first ride
I remember how you almost died
I hope you'll remember too
I will always remember you
wakingWhen I awakenwaking1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to scream
I'm not quite sure why
Can't remember my dreams
Twitching and tense
And grinding my teeth
I had died in my sleep
BloodlustHis hunger, I senseBloodlust1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His desire, I can quench.
To him, my throat offer
And set off into deep slumber.
Child of FireBlack soot and ashen snow besmirch the crumpled formChild of Fire1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That weeps upon the floor by dying embers' glow
A dark and tattered lass
Her tears belie the rage from whence the firestorm
Erupted from her soul and scorched the mortal flow
Her guilt will never pass
Dull flickers of life dance in sparks upon the air
Yet only death remains a constant, cold embrace
She wishes to forget
But warmth is fading fast and soon her errant glare
Will be but filthy dust and streaks along her face
A lonely, lost nymphet
A phoenix burns as bright and rises from the grave
But she sees naught but stains
And she is not so brave
For on her bed of ash, a child she remains
TranscendedTranscended1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have taken white wings of earth,
Strewn them across black universe
Become raven behind moons eyes
As she watches butterfly dawn skies
Clouds provide places ravens birth
Jet black storms of Fates thunder clap
Down pours the hours, each a slap,
Reality giving us choices
The rub of days hearing voices
Forgive LoveLet her startForgive Love1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our age again
Let her fly
She wasn’t born
To see the end
She is a saint.
I am the one
Who must die
I’m a sinner
That killed his dad.
You punish her
I don’t know why
She never knew
My awful crime.
Was the gift
From your clouds
You take away
My whole life
In her broken heart.
Squirmin' HermanI met a boy in science class nobody seemed to like.Squirmin' Herman1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His clothes were torn, his face unclean - sure wish he'd take a hike!
Teacher called upon his name and said: "Please define 'vermin.'"
He squirmed and squirmed there in his seat, now he's "Squirmin' Herman"!
Then one day I noticed that his seat was left unsat.
No one seemed to care and yet I wondered: "Where's he at?"
After class I asked the teacher if she knew his plight?
What she told me 'bout him keeps me crying every night!
Seems his mother left him when he was a child of two.
His father worked a stressful job and came down with the flu.
He had no health insurance and so tried to work it through,
sad to say he died last week and left poor Herman blue.
I decided on that very day I'd find that boy and then,
tell him that I'm sorry and that I want to be his friend.
Kids like Squirmin' Herman need assured that they're okay,
I'm hoping that I get that chance, tomorrow or today!
Prosper and continueDancing, dancingProsper and continue1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in deserts and on mountain tops,
balance on a spinning needle
don't let your pirouetting stop
They will catch you
chain your ankles down,
break your bones and break your heart
wipe off your pastel lips and scribble a frown
Sing loud, sing loud,
louder than they can hear
rhyme your thoughts and clap the beat
make them scared to come too near
We will catch them
and stab them through the heart
with stakes of ash and knives of ice
bury them where the playgrounds start
Our children will tell stories
of how their parents took the chance,
and slayed the beasts on mountain tops
to save the worlds end dance.
Jouer LuxUne légère onde magique se projetteJouer Lux1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dans l’air ambiant , prenant son temps, mais parfois trop
Fixant sur leurs accroches les héros tenant tête
Aux parangons se battant aux fronts latéraux
Ton sceptre s’horizonte quasi parfaitement
Il pivote sans avoir peur d’être confus, car
En passant par tes alliés, et en revenant
Il protègera toujours les champions d’égards
Un vif globe de lumière gît à tes côtés:
Il est si pur que tu en distingue le spectre.
Mais, quand ta main droite s’est brusquement fermée
Elle a frappé l’opaque de son sabre d’électre.
Et puis, quand le rai écarlate se fait éclat,
Manier la lumière finit par les faire trembler.
Au fur et à mesure que ta puissance croît,
Ma Lux, tu deviens une guerrière éclairée.
Dancing PaintJust when paint I would spreadDancing Paint1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a brush with few bristles
Like the head I have worn
And worn out thin
I feel a knot for a hand
Gripping bushels of thistles
That will not allow for
What I become vested in
Instrument in my hand
Like a shaft of bright light
Where I point out the night
I struggle to hold onto
What ideas that I try
Put to paper in twilight
Dwindle the itch ambition
While thorny vines wrap tight
I have inside my capability
A lost potential dream
Hues dance the message written
Powerless my device
They blossom like the spring surrounding
But distant on a wing
I play at air in the hopes of spelling
A story described similar
As fleeting glimpse catch my eye
From out of source I find welling
The pale reflection far
A semblance to original flight
Quells my ambition
Instrument in my hand
My response to this sight
Watch the colours run dry
And as they grow and age
Disappear in the like
With my statement left behind
Descriptions wrought with green
As the wee