A Heavenly High and a Satanic DecisionLiving a life without pain, that is true misery.A Heavenly High and a Satanic Decision5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I can tell you that, for I know that life.
A life without influence, without knowing how to love.
Without acknowledgement of reality,
Surrealism is my best friend.
He knows that, if I stare enough
Out into those beautiful pink rays,
I will enter a world unknown
To any other sentient being.
Everything will seem to become okay,
It will be okay that I can't kill for love,
It will be okay that my regrets can't be resolved,
Because none of that will exist.
I will sit there and think, "What sweet teachings,
"What a sweet world, what sweet colors."
He is like a good book, except all I'm to do
Is stare at something so simple that
It becomes blank. Everything fades away:
My God, my Satan, my friends, my family,
My crush, my music, my words, my mind,
All that I've come to cherish, all for a high.
I need to be a victim of war
Or I need to be a victim of love.
Dance, My Blade, DanceDance, my blade, dance.Dance, My Blade, Dance5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw blood, rip flesh;
flash in the moonlight and
make our enemies tremble.
You are spirit to me
as much as my heart and soul.
Carry out my will
in your captivating elegance.
Drawn only to protect
as much only to destroy,
have you any say in what
the warrior cuts down?
You are family to me
as much my mother and father.
Serve my line well
in your smooth and swift beauty.
Dance, my blade, dance.
Draw blood, rip flesh;
waltz in the night as we step
to the sound of enemies drop.
HiddenThere is a star in the sky,Hidden6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright as any pearl,
Yet it is hidden, you see,
Away from the prying eyes of man.
You can find it above,
Draped by a veil of darkness.
Men tried to snuff it out,
But could only drive it away.
A piece of a greater whole,
Pure as an angel of Heaven,
Surrounded by vermin and filth.
There is innocence in this star,
Hidden from us all.
There is also pain,
Subtle though it may be.
It strikes and stabs,
As thorns against flesh.
It wants to be found,
Just look closer,
And see what is hidden within.
Oh DearOh,Oh Dear6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a text.
from three hours ago.
It's past midnight now,
guess those dishes will have to wait
(unless someone else did them for me)
either way, I'm not looking forward to the morning
ConsiderConsider my many failures,Consider6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
As simply my growing pains.
Oh so tragic.
Still... I grow.
Consider my losses,
As simply my sacrificial offerings.
No amount of money,
Will ever replace the priceless lessons I have learned.
I will regain all I lost.
Consider the world fair warned,
That I am far from perfect.
For even in all my imperfections,
I will rise above it all and conquer.
And for all that society may deem perfect,
I no longer care...I prefer my flaws.
secretMy secret garden, far fromsecret6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the aristocratic moors, the buried keys, the
overrated roses of the English,
lies behind the hospital parking garage
between East River and Broad.
I look down at it from the sunset streaks
that only touch the top story of the lot.
I look down at it through the reaching tree branches.
The security camera watches me look.
The concrete steps blunt,
the windows threatening jaggedness
escort my shoes and the tips of my toes
in a stretched spiral while
my eyes linger above.
They watch my hands push the ground floor door
that’s locked from the outside, they watch
as I walk along the bare brick of the wall,
turn the corner of the building
and step from twilight to night
under the trees on the bank of the river.
The river runs parallel to the parking garage
with a stretch of grass that’s always mowed in between.
There’s a chain link fence keeping the trees back.
There are lightning bugs here,
in this garden
while my eyes, overhead,
lean out far.
UntitledYour voiceUntitled7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
located in the hollows
of my mind.
You've filled them again.
(What have you done?)
The endIn the reshapen real world the great serpent carved still stands the crimson knight with the embryo, this shall be to final form, parte deux…what occurred next. He lifts the egg and screams, squeezing it tightly in dammed hands raised above his head and sends it crashing down with laughter and glee…and then upon the shattering he walked off triumphantly, killing any hope of a future world, society or another world remake in waiting, killed, aborted it while it was still premature….The end7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
He heard a voice from the bleak world tree, sitting upon it Lord Mark the white knight, but as a hallucination saying “We are tied by destiny both you and I, but I never thought after so many deaths of both of us, I’d be the first to truly die or do I live on again as a lingering? Let’s leave that up to the audience shall we?”
When Angels Jumpwe are just angels under dark, tattered wingsWhen Angels Jump4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are real angels in human bodies
in a world of so few, a world of lost and broken souls..
he lay with her, two angels not meant to be
her fateful lips and their lost forgotten wings
while another was in rest, and when his heart was broken
she awoke, in wait for her other.
he stayed in the dark, broken place, mourning and confused
never knowing that she was sworn to another fate..
his heart grew black and so did his wings
a hatred there stewed for all living things
his hair grew long and darker than his gaze
sitting there holding the dream for dear life
as darkness swept over in a melancholy haze..
he held on until his mind was worn so thin
not knowing where death and life begin.
when he heard her voice call out to him
just run, save yourself my halo has faded and i no longer can be
have this dream live on, if you really care about me.
so he took flight and called out a name
on the rooftop that calls out to suicidal angels
but the other in
.Burn the letters, tie the string.7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn around, let it wring
Let the wisemen teach to sing
The head of better lesser things
Review: Blazing saddlesBlazing SaddlesReview: Blazing saddles8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blazing Saddles is 90 minute western film directed by Mel Brooks, it stars Cleavon Little and Harvey Korman. The plot sees a black man in 1800s America being appointed sheriff of a town as part of a plot targeting it.
I wasn’t really buying into this at first from initial impressions but seeing how the producers and that Dracula parody Brooks did show he had a knack for humour I gave this a full chance.
I may not have been amused by this as much as those films, however the comedy here benefits from its shamelessness, self-aware nature, daring approach for its time, unapologetic revelling in its own silliness, absurdity and aim to take the piss out of the whole genre, that it doesn’t run on for too long if another bonus point in its favour. There is a lot of energy and character here and Little, Gene Wilder and in particular Korman bring a whole lot of fun to their performances. The odd premise, comedic timing and quotable script that stays with you he
Ashen Angel Ashen AngelAshen Angel7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Child of angels, daughter of beauty
Spawn of creativity, and forged in the fires of sorrow, death, and tears.
Bad things happen, she makes them better,
good things happen, she embraces them.
She is a beacon of hope in an infinitely dark abyss.
The mote of raw willpower, through challlenges and horror
she will triumph.
Her spark of creativity inspires the world like a spider,
Moth and FlameA desire so keen it is like a moth to a candle flameMoth and Flame5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the danger of their wings burning from a flaming lick
How it longs to give a simple touch
Life and death are meaningless now
Attraction brings all common sense to a sunder
The moth will have their fixation met
As the only thing to matter now is the one who drew them in
The one who tenderly holds them in check
The seemingly perfect captor
While the rest blend into a blur which creates a foreign world
In the same manner of longing as a moth to a flame
I too wish I could touch what has held my gaze
This lively pulsing in my heart keeps me awake at odd hours
To know this is no mere fantasy, rather something warm and real
How I long to give a simple touch
Angel ArmorI have an angel on my shoulderAngel Armor4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
watch her fly off, and tear out something colder
your flesh is scarred, watch you smolder
crash and burn, my giant, overgrowth
i walk tall like a jackal in the desert
my voice does roar
through the souls of the living rebels resounding.
guardian, i am your metal destroyer
who walks with a pierced and armored spirit
under the tearful bleeding sun
the halo of launched and twisted wings
of black and clad with silver rings
does hang over my brow, she will cut you out
to tread across my inner sands..
i tread no mortal soul
that communes below the pit..
sacred symbols from my skin, death is life so it begins.
hear the word, spread my blood
i condemn you with the dark rivers to flood..
The Austere Will Dream of VampiresIn a cluttered hallway behind the wall of your roomThe Austere Will Dream of Vampires4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a lower junction the austere would wonder
it smells like brick and tombstone
tear him from his gloom
break the cracked and plastered walls
with a small hammer and pick
with years of isolation lets see what makes him tick..