Poetry Collection IVThe Moment I was Put to DeathPoetry Collection IV7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I was put to Death
I watched my world unfold;
And took it in one failing breath
Amid the sinking cold.
I saw the waters part for me,
The prison walls come down;
And held my head up gallantly
Prepared myself to drown.
The war drum beat in unison
With my instable heart,
While I marveled at the passion of
Its long-forgotten art.
Then quick, the noose, with bitter force
Was tightened round my neck,
til blood began to change its course
and surge along the wreck.
I felt the world dissipate
In a white, magnesium flash,
And blind, began to levitate
Into the bidding Past.
And felt the warmth of gentle seas
Lull still the vessel tossed.
Now silent in the reverie
Of new beginnings lost
Then soaring high above, I left
My shell that winter morn.
The moment I was put to Death
Was the moment I was born.
A Sonnet against Sonnets
I do not care for sonnets very much;
Poetic form that makes me
we are only waiting.you are ugly and beautiful and terrible and good. you are bob dylan, and i do not why or how (maybe it's the hair, or maybe it's your words). you are running down the highway with me, and we are breathing through our knees. ministers and pastors and preachers are hiding from us. our parents are mortified because we are nothing, not anything.we are only waiting.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
our shirts are torn and have too many paint stains to be beautifully messed up, we are past beautifully messed up, we are just here.
we are only waiting for you to save enough money for a car, and we will be gone. everywhere we go i will show people the alphabet that is tattooed on my neck, and i will be a paragraph in their unsuccessful novels. and it will not matter (we will be gone).
VoiceThe cold burns on my skinVoice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But your warmth still remains
The dark makes my vision blur
Everything but the sight of you
Your love makes my heart stop
The way your scent still lingers
Your eyes makes my mind shut down
Leaves me alone to drown in them
But your voice...
Your voice is why I can still hear
Your words make no sense
Yet I must repeat them slowly
Quietly your words come out
Saying them one last time I understand
We didn't make it...
The world fades away
All but your voice
Those deafening words
A Fly In The DarkI am tired of blinding darkness,A Fly In The Dark6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
The world has had enough madness.
From despair's ashes I rise,
With a flame of hope in my eyes.
The last pained tear has dropped,
Bird of agony shall soon be stopped.
It wont circle the world anymore;
Won't bring terror, torture and war.
My wings made from mighty fire,
Are raising me higher and higher.
I'll illuminate the world with my light,
The shadows shall be called to fight.
The world has suffered enough cries,
It has heard enough terrible lies.
HijabShe walks on to the bus with a gentle step,Hijab3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her elegant face framed in beautiful patterned silk,
She sits down in the back of the bus and people scurry away,
Men ignore her, as woman with unveiled heads mock her discreetly,
They think she's ignoring them so they speak louder and louder,
She remains steadfast and cheerful,
Her eyes always glistening with happiness few dream of,
Her smile still warm and peaceful,
Not a thought of ill will or intent,
Despite the fact that many suspect it,
Joy remains on her face, with a twinkling in her eyes,
The men who ignored her get off a their stop,
The women who mocked her get off at their stop,
And finally she get's off, unfazed and with a spring in her step.
Instil In Me Your LoveAs your stare pierces right through me..Instil In Me Your Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your pupils dilate, absorbing my every emotion..
I Feel heavy, my knees yielding..
As though i might collapse if gravity doesn't stop working against me..
I push my body against yours, grateful that there is some sort of solid substance holding us upright; and to be near.. Close.. So close.. Enough to feel the warmth of your breath on my chin..
I move closer, I can almost feel your lips on mine..
I do not move, nor you..
I absorb this moment.. Instil it.. In my memory..
With my fingers caressing your face.. You gasp as my bottom lip lightly brushes yours.. I run my tongue across your top lip and you shudder instantly..
My heart gives in, and our lips meet as we simultaneously inhale deep.. Our tender kisses over- lock each other, and my sensations intensify..
I gently grip my hands around your waist and pull your hips closer to mine.. Longing to feel the warmth of your body..
I run my fingers down your arm.. My middle finger caressing your palm
she glued my hands together.It is too bad no one told you these things before, it really is. I want to get down on my knees and pray to all the maybe-Gods out there, ask them if they know what will happen to us, if it is too late after all. I think they would all be insulted because I do not actually believe in them, they would leave me unanswered. That is okay though.she glued my hands together.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Because I can shake you until you are screaming for me to stop, I can paint a book of words, and make the i-do-not-care's turn into i-need-to-feel-alive-again's, I can watch you glue my hands together. I will not do these things though.
Tonight I will walk through the anonymous streets, past empty eyes and mouths saying things they do not (want to) understand, I will walk up our stairs with the paint chipping and the squeaking growing louder with every step, I will walk into our living room, and you will tell me about the way people's heads do not turn when you fall down screaming anymore, and all I will be able to do is nod my head to
Dark AngelDark AngelDark Angel8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Angel of the night,
Creature of the dark.
Of Deseption through Purity,
And Evil through Love.
Moving OnSolitude, is our enemyMoving On5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It throws us away coldly,
Makes us feel alone,
You feel death is the only answer.
It initiates a tempest in ourselves,
launches a depression,
No reason to be alive.
The warmth of a heart
is what we're eager for.
To be able to live once more
To feel love, be whole again.
From darkness, to light.
And that will be the day
When our hearts meet,
To begin a future together,
con todo mi amor y más.
EyeThe great eye is a foul sun,Eye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
piercing all with ubiquitous yellow rays.
Its sharp black ellipse collects,
reaching through the flesh,
measuring the soul's intent,
feeling all we hold dear.
Substantial veins transfer all to the rotten core,
where we are judged,
judged by the eye,
judged by our minds,
judged by all eyes
suspended in the sky,
peering down upon us.
Conscious is the eye,
conscious as we are,
venal as we are,
drifting through our dreams,
LoveLove,Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a single silent violin,
mad and wild,
in two hearts.
a phantom of a piano,
as it dwells in two bodies.
a soft brush stroke,
of two incomplete beings.
an angelic hymn,
to and fro,
in between two halves of perfection.
is what you make of it.
Collab: holding starsDid I tell you about that girl?Collab: holding stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should have done, always talking of her
Always on my mind
Jumping on my mind
I have no ways to explain how she makes me feel...
What words in the world could we use to describe
What words could you use to describe how much
you really love somebody?
Maybe a thousand astral cords tied to the tip of
your tongue, and maybe just one spiral galaxy
wrapped around your ankles.
But what is as perfect as a hundred leagues
under the sea, that first gasp of ocean and rock
salt, with years of rainwater rushing through
the gaps between your ribs and the walls of your
Our love growing like the universe, by particle, by stars, by worlds, getting ever wider to line up our perfect future, our world together, her love is my star, the warmth of the sun by her touch, the smile as wonderful as the eclipse but never as rare but still as perfect.
The shooting I saw on its path,
We Drank MilkNov. 6-We Drank Milk6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I miss rolly-pollies, touching them in my sand box, and watching them protect themselves the only way they know how.
You are the rolly-pollie in my sand box.
I haven't slept in two days.
I threw all our furniture through a window. The land lord (yes, the one with the lazy eye) felt bad for me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Pearl Harbor Day
This furnitureless, loveless apartment feels way too big without you.
I dyed my hair six times today, hoping every strand you ever touched would fall out. My hair remains connected to my scalp though. Fuck.
I found our book with baby names in it.
I wrapped the pretty shoes you gave me last year, and re-opened them.
Thanks for the shoes.
New Years Resolution: Buy furniture, forget your smell.
I bought a coffee table today.
I spilled a jug
I chose you...Because it was the first night we ever spoke, and we were flying down the highway, going 90, flipping through radio stations. We didn't know each others middle names, how old we were, or what made us jump into this car, on this night.I chose you...6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Because you were the first person to tell me I should try being open, and you were the first person who made me want to be. You made me want to tell you about my dead grandma, the way I love Chinese food, but my best friend left me, and now it's just a reminder, I wanted to tell you I felt pretty beside you, and I loved the way you smell.
Because you never called me "beautiful, hot, sexy, pretty, or good lookin." You didn't have to, and when I told you I thought the sky looked perfect, you said the clouds were in the way, and that night I felt perfect, and decided the sky didn't matter so much.
Because I spent hours trying to get a glimpse of your teeth, but whenever you would smile I was too distractedhappyblinde to look, and when I finally did, I
my melancholic suicidea little girlmy melancholic suicide6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nowhere to go
nowhere to belong
she is unknown
she met someone
they became friends
they wanted that day
to never end
but on the moment
she opened her eyes
her friend was gone
is this true or a lie?
she looked for him
she was very sad
for he was the only
friend she had
she cried and cried
with nothing to be done
she spread her arms
and she was gone
The Dying City of GazaPicture yourself and your luxurious lifestyleThe Dying City of Gaza7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whenever hungry you eat
Whenever cold you hide under a blanket
Whenever thirsty you drink that icy water
Whenever in need you have many to provide for you
Whenever sad you seek home's comfort
Whenever down you receive a hug
Now think for a minute
Just for a while..
That human beings just like you and I,
Are deprived, humiliated, killed,
And we are just watching them die...
The largest most inhumane prison exists today
And we are still quiet
When an entire city is dying?
Why do we deny this is happening?
Why aren't we even sighing?!
After the RainI.After the Rain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the rain
that's when the world is magical
The dirty asphalt sparkles and shines
Dew-laden leaves twinkle like diamonds in the sunlight divine
It's so surreal, so unimaginable
After the rain
The grass has an aura of emerald green
Everything feels so pure and clean
It's so beautiful, it must be a dream
As I watch the flowers glisten and gleam
After the rain
All the pain and strife is washed away
The sun rises, this is the start of a brand new day
The forces of evil are kept at bay
And it's so wonderful to see the children laugh and play
After the rain
I feel a surge of happiness
I think the day is truly blessed
It's a sort of adrenaline rush you might have guessed
As I greet the day with unbridled zest
Life is so beautiful
The trees are so fruitful
My feelings of joy I can't restrain
It's something that I can't explain
I just know it only happens after the rain
The Narkhonian: Chp.1Chapter 1: Out of CesiumThe Narkhonian: Chp.16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Today was a beautiful, sunny, cloudless day on the outskirts of the city of Cesium, on the planet Chromium. The calm breeze gently brushed past the Crunos trees in an elegant manner. I laid myself, a golden Yoshi with a yellow belly with brown eyes and brown spikes, back upon my hammock wearing my favorite red T-shirt, black shorts and black shoes. This place was the life Ive always hoped for. There are some drawbacks; sometimes it gets a little too silent out here, but even that is one of the great things about it. Countless times have Ive been to the city of Cesium. It isnt as bad a town as its name, and almost all the folks there are pretty decent to a certain extent, but none know the benefits of being out here near the woods.
My house was basically a log cabin with just one entire room. In it was still some high-tech equipment, mostly used for creating new weaponry. It also contained a fireplace upon which my sword, the Onyx blade, was mo
Dark poetryBLOODLUST!Dark poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sword into my flesh I thrust.
The only emotion I now create.
How else should I feel?
Death begins to appeal;
The only one I ever could truly love,
I can no longer talk to.
My path is blocked by an iron glove,
Balled into a FIST,
Of all the madness,
Life is unfair,
But all the borders and boundaries of it to break I constantly dare.
This face of indifference I wear,
Veils all the pain,
And all other forms of anguish,
That I feel I will always bear.
I feel both murderous,
A life so marvellous,
Has been stripped from me without trial.
I should have known it was only temporary;
Ive always lived this life in misery.
All this madness,
I am caused by humans,
Makes me want to die.
BUT I WILL TAKE THEM DOWN WITH ME!
Ohne dich, so muja, my life is hardly worth living.
I am nought but a soul in torment,
I need to
Hijab: It's not what you thinkAs I go through my day, I receive many strange looks and some comments. Some are amusing, others irritating, others simply a respectful expression of curiosity.Hijab: It's not what you think10 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
This is because of how I look. I am dressed in loose fitting clothing and I have some material covering my hair and neck. In other words, I am wearing hijab.
It may seem an odd concept, to cover all of one's body except for the face and hands. It may seem crazy, especially considering I live where it gets quite oppressively hot.
Yet I choose to do this. I made my choice a mere month after reverting to Islam. No one told me I had to; I felt it was what I should do, according to the teachings of my faith.
Many who see me don't see the bright smile on my face, the confidence I possess. They see the image they have developed of Muslim women. They see those who cover as uneducated or oppressed. The happiness I have is invisible to them. They pity me or see me as one to convert to their 'truth', which is usually Christian
Nature Owns My SoulNature Owns My Soul5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nature Owns my Soul
as I remove the vines from around my feet
my spirit stretches for the sky
desperately wanting to be up there
desperately seeking to fly
and as I slowly start to rise
nature twists around my soul
seductive, her leaves eases me down
you can't fly, you ought to know
so her embers dance around my skin
alluring, her flowers entice me
you shall die, she sang, as we will die
as her vines slowly enthrall me
with toxic pleasure I give in to her
in surrender I believe her lie
forgetting my feet did leave the ground
when my gaze fell to the sky
ConfessionsScreams echo off her rib cageConfessions9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fears claws rabid at her heart
Something shatters deep inside her
Watch her slowly fall apart
A delicate flower in the pathway
A timid kitten in the street
A dog leashed too far from water
A winged bird's clipped, defeat
Haunting unremembered nightmares
Shadows loaming in her mind
A caress to make her shutter
A touch to hold her bind
Can't you see she's not breathing?
Look closely she can't sigh a word
Inside she's slowly dying
Her voice rings out, unheard
She calls out but she's drowning
Floundering flying tiny lark
Her heart, beats, scrambling
Terrified of the dark
The dark howls of the thunder
The menace of her mind
Her foreshadowed illusions
Grasp her from behind
The whole world turns against her
Her candle flickers, dim
Her tears soak the pillow
And all because of him
A monster of the shadows
A fiend you thought was friend
She's never felt so hollow
Begs it all to end
What's left for her but teardrops
What left is there to do?
So hopeless in the shado
masterpiece.he's an artist and she's his paint and brush.masterpiece.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she believes in faries and gnomes, and i believe in you + me and everything else that might fall in between, and all he can say as he looks into her eyes and sees the reflection of the stars, is me too.
he believes because she believes, and when she smiles the stars alight with new found light, and he falls in love all over again because he can, and he will. he paints her with colours made of whispers and faith, and she's the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on.
when she kisses him, he tastes a mixture of smoke and ash, because she's burns with a passion so strong it takes him all he has to not burn in her, with her. do you believe in fate? and as he watches her fingers dance over white ivory keys, i think i do.
she rolls over in the tall, dancing grass and looks at him. baby, you look exquisite. a mixture of diamonds and pearls and perhaps a touch of love. running a finger down her jaw line, he clos