BattlefearedBattlefeared11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The warlords rage, with death their language,
battle-breaking young mens' marrow -
and corpse-ranks swell to widowed anguish.
In lovers' fields once greenly passaged,
where the youthful dreamed of hope -
the warlords rage, with death their language.
Their thoughts are steelclad, grimly savage,
rhythmic with their tireless blows,
as corpse-ranks swell to widowed anguish.
In following their brutal adage -
'fight or die' blood-etched in stone,
the warlords rage, with death their language.
Ablaze, their fires rave and ravage,
scorching land and searing bone,
as corpse-ranks swell to widowed anguish.
The death-knell dirge is sung with sword-edge -
grieving mothers wail in sorrow;
the warlords rage, with death their language...
and corpse-ranks swell to widowed anguish.
reali swear to Godreal10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
Three Equals All-and-MoreI open myselfThree Equals All-and-More9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tell you exactly what
But all that comes out
is this, a riddle
a mess of crumpled pictures
and unclear intentions.
My mouth curves like fingers
around the words I speak
and suddenly it hits me
How these spangled words mean things
I can't ever explain
and all the while I'm hoping
just hoping that you understand
what I don't know how to say.
I still don't understand what happened
and it doesn't matter if I never do.
Can't we just huddle together in our paperback house
let notes and beats carry us to that place where
we're not saying a word and that means
Where each eye-caress and butterfly-touch
Shades of SleepShades of Sleep11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another blue ceiling, shadow-choked and unfamiliar,
stares back in sympathy - withered paint crackling
with unshed dust and old-man's tales of long ago,
a silent confidante with blown-bulb twilit wisdom -
It's comfort as cold as this half-empty bed.
Cataleptic - a midnight-waker with four hours lost
and the ceiling is shadow-smothered, blue gone grey
like old-man's ashes spread out over this dark grave
of a room - dust unto dust in the throat, and coughing
with all the enthusiasm of russian roulette.
Pull the trigger on the TV remote to no effect -
3am and the damn thing's still dead, the traitor
with screen black like a post-midnight moodswing,
mourning the absence of love, laughter, light-bulbs
and illumination lost to night's darkened thoughts.
No time for sleep, but dreaming away of such escape -
a 5am fugue with pre-dawn gloom glaring intensely.
Black goes to grey and then back to the familiar view
of weeping cracks in the sarcophagus ceiling above -
tortured eyes read their decay
Murder of Lust, Death of LoveIf I see you tomorrow,Murder of Lust, Death of Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you remember me?
Remember the game?
Remember the words said,
In the brief moment of passion.
Or am I just another face?
Another notch in the belt.
Another boy left alone,
After falling for your touch.
After you, the locks to my heart
Can't seem to close properly.
Break in with just a sweet word,
And rape me from within.
Just tell me you need me.
If you saw me tomorrow,
Would you stop and smile?
Would you walk by in a whisper?
Or would you touch me,
In the ways only you posses.
Is this love or lust?
If I bared myself to you,
Would you kiss me or kill me?
Either way I would smile,
And want to be near you, with you…
As you take the gun from my hands,
Kiss the tip; hold it against my chest,
And tell me you hate me one more time.
I only close my eyes and wait for you to
Fuck me one more time, you've won.
Pull the trigger with love, we're done.
He saw it all.He saw it all.10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It was a year and some odd months ago...
when my life was shattered right in front of me.
A few minutes seemed like days had passed,
and he was still not finished.
A few hours seemed like years had gone away,
and he just looked at me with a smile.
I was shivering uncontrollably,
but he was warm.
It was even hot inside,
but i still continued to shake.
I screamed no. He laughed.
He said "Kiss me!", while forcing me down.
He was only playing his act. His role of sweet seduction.
I was weak, and he was strong.
I pushed, but he pushed back.
I screamed, but he held me down.
No one was there. They couldn't hear my silent screams.
He picked me up and threw me in his bed.
He took off my belt and threw it down somewhere in his room.
He told me I was beautiful. He told me he loved me.
I knew it was just a lie.
I don't remember that night well.
I only remember one line coming from his mouth...when I was crying.
That was the first time I had ever cried in front of any
..silhouettes and broken glass..silhouettes and broken glass10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
A boy and a girl, two completely different worlds.
Something was once held so close between them.
But time passes and feelings fade away.
Nothing can bring together a moment that no longer exists.
No matter how many times memories are re-enacted in hazy minds, the truth remains.
We are all alone.
A wine bottle stands open on a table, and glasses scatter around it. Reflections dance off the light from the glass, distorted and discoloured. Each person interacts with others, keeping their most inner thoughts safely hidden. There's a mask we all wear, don't forget to make sure its firmly in place before you step out
Or you just
Back into the past.
A warm room, people laugh. Couples huddle together, feeding off the warmth from each other's bodies and the alcohol flowing through their blood.. Feeding their lust with suggestive looks from eyes that don't quite connect.
Is it love?
Or just another night to pass the time.
He has his hand on her arm as he looks into your eyes.
The Bottom LineSo what if you live there and I am here?The Bottom Line10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That's only in the right now.
A hazy future's becoming very clear.
Soon everyone will see,
That we're supposed to be.
Anyone could say that we will never last;
Anyone could knock us down.
Anyone could doubt us, but they have no proof.
I'll scream, "I love you!" from the roof;
Cause that's the honest truth.
Who cares if miles separate our touch?
That's only temporary.
Nobody else could ever mean this much.
I'll soon be next to you,
Doing everything you do.
Anyone could laugh and say it'll never work;
Anyone could put us down.
Anyone could tell us the future's never known;
But with you I'll never be alone;
And that's just set in stone.
You know, and I am sure that you got it right;
We got so lucky finding out on the first night.
It's only the lonely fool,
That's bound by love's cruel rule.
Anyone could say that we're just in a phase;
Anyone could beat us down.
Anyone could try to push us off cloud nine;
But knowing I am yours and you are mine;
Annie Comes Home to RufusAnnie Comes Home to Rufus11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Annie tumbles from the car
and onto the driveway.
I watch from behind the curtains
as Mother and Father trudge behind,
dragging duffles full of god-knows-what
(sweatshirts, I figure, and a toothbrush, and gallons and jars
of bitter white pills and injections).
"Daddy – keys!" she cries,
and his mouth stretches, baring teeth
(he smiles, he thinks)
as he tosses a jingling cluster.
The latch clacks, and Annie comes home.
I hover in the kitchen –
I never know what to say.
She spots me before even hanging up her jacket and kneels.
"C'mere, mutt," like she expects me to pretend
I'm happy to see her
eight pounds lighter than last Sunday.
Annie is tired.
Only I am allowed in her room,
where the angled light shafts and the dust motes
turn the plastic hairs of her wig
into faceted filaments.
She slides it from her skull
and drapes it on the sleeping styrofoam
ForgottenAm I dead and rotten?Forgotten10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only to you, whom has forgotten
You left me behind
And now I'm gone
Dead to you and none other
My memory has faded,
My face erroded
Buried away in the sands of time
You never looked back,
Leaving me lost
I still remember you,
But to you I'm nothing but a ghost
A faceless specter of the past
You've forgot who I was, or what i am
I'm no different to you,
Than a corpse in an unmarked grave
They say it's bad to be dead,
But I say it's far worse
.....To be forgotten.
For YouIt is not a regretful time I write in,For You8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
though it is full of half empty coffee cups and dumpsters that smell like
I forgot again. I forgot again.
Being lost in a crowd is nothing more than not missing you when I sleep and scratching away my first layer of skin when Im awake
and never knowing which way I should take when the traffic lights turn
and Im at a stand still
because theres something that something is supposed to be
and I understand that one day fate will have eaten me fully
and while it gnaws on my long brown hair
I think of all the nightmares where I cut it off
and you were never there.
Ill pull my covers up and count my toes
and take some comfort in the fact that the number never alters
because when things change I dance on my window sills and think of the times
when I wanted to jump and the desolation would dress me
and I always looked like a mourner.
Shiny black patent shoes. I watched them lower you into the ground
The Demon WithinThe Demon Within11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The demon within, thirsts for blood,
Calls for battle, hungers for souls.
It stares through my eyes,
Using me, wielding me, a puppet unto its will.
Can you feel it?
It's cold and terrible stare?
Staring, thinking, thirsting,
Wanting your blood, your soul, your life.
It hungers, ever more, its dark hunger,
Grows more and more,
Never quenching, never ending.
It's all I can do,
Control it, suppress it,
But I weaken, its grip tightening,
Its rage surging, Tired of being trapped.
Wanting to be free, wanting to control,
I try as I might, It gets stronger,
It wants to fight, It wants to taste blood.
It hates, rages, raves, pulls me,
Trying to take over,
Wanting to escape, to be free,
To cast the world into darkness.
The worst part is…..
The demon is….me
Fine AgainFine Again11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sitting on a dingy bathroom in some motel
bleeding from one wrist
or the other,
but I haven't the strength to open my eyes and look
and I haven't the will to remember.
What would my lover say, if she saw me now?
Would she tell me I'm alright?
Would she say everything's going to be fine?
Everything's going to be fine again.
The toilet's got no water in it
though it is speckled from drunken expeditions
and bulimic dreams.
And if I were to look in the mirror
would that crack down the center allow me comfort?
Would it allow me to only see half my stringy hair
and only one empty eye?
And would hiding even help?
Blind compassion wants to tell me
but I'm wondering
when's everything going to be fine again?
And I'm filthy.
Yes, dirtier than I've seen
-in awhile anyway-
but the water in the shower is dingy gray,
and I strip down and lean against the tile,
wondering if theres even a point to using soap
when its covered in grime.
Is there a point is washing?
Is there a
I Cannot ChangeI Cannot Change10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorry, I had to delete this deviation due to personal reasons.
Thank you for all your comments, they are very much appreciated!
ZengiZengi10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stood behind her,
holding her breasts,
a fondle so gentle,
A kiss on the neck,
to calm her tense nerves,
a smell of her hair,
like a rose, he observes.
Slowly so slowly,
he slides his soft hand,
down her stomach,
to a southern land.
"I live to pleasure you",
were his words,
spoken so softly,
like a flutter of birds.
Turning to face him,
the girl was sure,
kissing him deeply,
loving him was the cure.
He reached past her bottom,
lifting up her leg,
caressing her skin,
"don't make me beg".
ConfusionConfusion11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im going around again
In these circles
Of suicide and lust
Im going around in circles
Circles I cant ignore
Theyre taking me faster than I should ever go
So I can see no more why ...
Ive forgotten why you love me
And Ive forgotten love itself
And I wish I could shut up the telephone
Ringing in my ears
Something I cant ignore
These circles of suicide
And ill-fated virginity
Swim around my spirals
Of love too far my senior
Shut the doors of options
For behind numbers
1, 2, and 3
theres nothing for me
but forgotten chastity
virginity; dead to me
just some romanced lost virginity
Two weeks gone by, the doors all closed
Two weeks gone by of
but somewhere beyond the calm surface
are oceans rippling with fear
and I know it when I look in your eyes
I can see you spinning
I can see you spiraling out of control
and youre reaching f
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A few of the men say this used to be a church, but it's hard to tell anything in this storm. We are pinned under a black and violent sky that has held us inside this crumbling room since we arrived yesterday morning. The water slides along the cracked ceiling and bombards us from different spots.
Captain tells us to keep our weapons dry, but he knows it's impossible. The floor clutches our boots with three inches of sucking wet mud. If the wind ever dies down we'll have a better look around this old place, but for now we just listen as it batters the trees into the stone.
None of us know how long we have to wait here. Captain says we are to protect this structure so our side can launch rockets from it if the war ever begins. Barnes says there isn't going to be a war. He says neither side is willing to start it; but here we are, drenched and freezing, just in case.
In the brief moments when the wind and rain pause we can hear the water trickling down through
SelectivityWhy a word? This is no particular thing.Selectivity10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It can't be defined in an objective way.
The unstated dangles by half-open mouths,
a yawn like a cat stretching blithely at noon
as silence leans back on an unbalanced stool --
let it fall. The moment suggests it should be so.
If I see that your eyes project pictures behind
the irises, protean circles and spires
of curious leadings in lines of blank swaths
of colour, then I should say nothing.
now find my lips quaver with verbiage amiss
and I fail to a sentence, or rather, this kiss.
No OneNo One10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scars graffiti up my arm,
Scars left by my self-harm.
No one feels, no one touches,
No one grasps, no one clutches.
A razor sweeps across my wrist,
A razor reminds me I exist.
No one wonders, no one believes,
No one knows, no one grieves.
Blades dance along my skin,
Blades show the hurt felt within.
No one glimpses, no one glances,
No one risks, no one chances.
Blood flows onto the floor,
Blood flows more than before.
No one mops, no one cleans,
No one assembles, no one convenes.
Dark enveloping my life,
Dark enveloping me in strife.
No one fibs, no one lies,
No one feints, no one denies.
Lying in my bed of pain,
Lying to myself again.
No one sees, no one cares,
No one looks, no one stares.
elephantasmaelephantasma11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
HeroHero11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You think you're the only one?
You think you have all the pain?
Think you're the only one worried
We'll never see him again?
I see him in my dreams at night;
He's locked up in a cell.
He died and then came back again
And saw lost souls in hell.
He'll fight 'till his blood won't flow
And 'till his spirit's dry.
He won't give up until the end;
'Till someone finally dies.
He wears a sword right by his side;
His eyes are steely gray.
There's light whispering in his head
That will never go away.
The sword that hangs 'round his waist
Captivates his soul;
Every death and every tear
Rips through him another hole.
I see him so clearly now,
Just like in my dreams.
His mental health is failing quick—
More so than it seems.
His body's broken; his eyes are dull;
His lips are chapped and cold.
This boy, a hero before his time,
Is quickly growing old,
For I can see the wrinkles on his face
And the blatant lack of rest.
He's on his bed, crying silently,
The sword resting on his chest.
Poor boy, his ha
Minn fjarsjoour leyndarmalMinn fjarsjoour leyndarmal10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~July 7 2005~
I lifted her tiny plaid skirt
removing her tiny pink panties
My masculine fingers
toying with her delicate clitoris
From her slender neck
nibbling down to her smooth stomach
I grew hot with lustful desire
Yearning to feel her warmth
deep inside of her
She looked up at me with an innocent look
I grew harder
my desires stronger
Placing myself firmly inside her
watching her as I make love to her
Grabbing her small frame
placing her on top of me
Sweaty bodies entwined
My hands guided her body
Techno StarsTechno Stars11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you barely open your eyes
The world becomes fuzzy
Each colored pixel that makes up night
Can have his moment
And you can see the techno stars we're all made of
Wouldn't it be nice if we could all be pixels
Constantly raining from my ceiling or yours?
I want to be a techno star
In the light of the morning, brilliance fades
And the music of raving pixels leaves my ears
But when you're close
And I breathe you in
You're so beautiful, my industrial friend
So let's go back
Rewind to nighttime past
And you'll be so beautiful
In all those techno stars
And when you feel as if it's done
Just remember silhouettes of lights and love
And if you stand on your toes
I can take you to the stars
And if I run my hands over your body
You can close your eyes and I'll be there
And you're so beautiful
With my eyes open wide
My eyes open wide…
But when I close them, just enough
To see t