violin's bloodThe strings of your soul are stained with the blood of your own heartviolin's blood8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which lays beating still on the tip of your mind.
Do the hairs of that bow threaten to snap?
Are they waiting for their chance?
Their pure existenceódoes it yearn to be tainted around my neck instead of trapped along the straight line of their life?
Sustained by the bow, they are, but as individual thoughts
That, knowing a snap means their demise, care little if it yet means mine.
FEARFEAR10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking to get water from the stream
She tiptoed in the dark
Afraid to be seen
She gripped the bucket tighter
And continued on her way
She never thought that she would be risking her life to get water one day
Dead bodies were around her
She shivered in fear
These were parents, brothers and daughters
How will their families react when they hear?
Now they lie on the ground
Everybody unable to help
For if they try
They too will have to say goodbye
To people they love
The whole town is dark
For electricity is banned
These innocent people are not the ones in command
People are living on the streets
Kicked out of their house
With no power to object
Children are starving
There is nothing to eat
The houses are cold
There is no heat
Resources so common
Are now gone
Life or death is what life was now on
Walking down her childhood street
She cried silently
Remembering the times they went to the store
Joking and laughing
Something they don‚do anymore
Walking to the store now
DangerousDangerous11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish for
words that leap
like poison frogs,
words that creep
words as colourful
unlikely fairytaleClimb the tower's spiraling staircaseunlikely fairytale8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hero's last challenge after all daring deeds are done
The dragons lay slain, evil enchantresses vanquished
Lain upon ornate stone
Royal lips frozen in timeless magic
Pause, young hero, and gaze at last on your quarry
A scene unfolds like storybook fantasy
Golden light cast on a fated pair
The hero bends with a pure kiss for sleeping lips
And the princess awakens the beautiful prince.
The Rest is SilenceI am Ophelia.The Rest is Silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one the river gave back.
Who drowned herself in sorrow
and was reborn,
Frost in her lungs,
flicks of rain and moonshine encased at her lips,
whose white dress and hyacinth hair floated
majestically around her,
the Angel of Suicide,
I am Ophelia.
The one the river kept to Herself.
The dark-eyed beauty with tears
in her eyes.
Who played Elektra to her father,
puppet to her father,
servant to her father,
whose soft hands reached