Your DoomedYour doomed now to enter the land of the dammedYour Doomed11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your doomed now to follow the bark of the dark
It's the dawn of the demons
When days turn into night
The dawn of the demons
The decay of all light
The flames of hell shall rise
And burn the angels wing
Look into my demon eyes
Watch the death they bring
Hear the choir of demons sing
Angels of god ripped wing to wing
The coven's gathered, incarntations read
The virgin cries, let her blood run red
In the light of the candles she shall die
In the name of the devil she will die
Destruction, death and pain
The victims blood shall rain
The torment rises strong
In a grave i belong
Indulge in the art of profanity
Reject the word of the sacred one
Indulge in the art of blasphemy
Hail satan , let it be done
What if...What if you could do anything?What if...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Anything at all.
But only one thing.
What would you do?
Would you swim?
Would you dance?
Would you play?
Would you talk?
Would you make out?
Would you have sex?
Would you walk?
Would you run?
Would you jump?
Would you stare?
Would you flip?
Would you skate?
Would you write?
Would you read?
Would you listen to music?
Would you sing?
Would you cry?
Would you smile?
Would you laugh?
Would you rap?
Would you type?
Would you teach?
Would you surf?
Would you listen?
Would you look?
Would you think?
Would you shop?
Would you design?
Would you draw?
Would you drink?
Would you inhale?
Would you kill?
Would you heal?
Would you fall?
Would you smoke?
Would you get high?
Would you eat?
Would you pray?
Would you steal?
Would you ride?
Would you try to fly?
Would you work?
Would you race?
Would you drive?
Would you love?
Would you cartwheel?
Would you bike?
Would you sleep?
Would you run down a hill?
dragdrag11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of anathematized eggheads, dead poets, uprooted saddle-tramps -
an eclectic shangri-la that impales itself upon her sensibilities
like a beached whale on her shore
And this cold, small man-
call him Animus Annihilated-
"You wanna see Heaven baby?, Here's your chance." -
An open invitation to cool her heels in
the shadow of his soul.
Hoodwinked by her own loathsome ideal
she ogles the out-side,
staring through the cigarette that drips from her mouth,
into her love's eye
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
prismatic rotationprismatic rotation10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I met her,
she was ice
that wasn't cold.
She was stone
that wasn't hard.
She was sour
that tasted sweet.
I gathered up
and put them in the car,
on the seat
next to me
and we drove -
on the wrong
of the road.
and at some point
I slammed my foot
on the brakes.
All of the hubcaps
and continued rolling
down the road
as if they were
to an invisible car.
into the distance
out of sight
trapped like ratstrapped like rats10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every electric keyboard whine can be sublime
when mice eat cheese all night from silver dishes that
tickle their whiskers
and the rats will cringe from where they wait in the wings
with their hairy tails in traps,
"oh the tales we could tell, cos you see,
we used to get the cheese
back when the wurlitzer hum made the basement floor and
walls samba like a six-point-five somewhere along the
san andreas, bigger at the epicentre, yes,
don't you see now…"
yes, see now –
when your life story consists of bottomless lattes
and the hours you waste thinking on the years
you wasted getting the education you'll never use and for which
you didn't save the receipt so there's no return,
no refund or exchange;
all those little lives are gone like the will of mice
in traps when the top half of the cage
clangs down on the bottom and all that cheese just
rots in their stomachs like acid and they'd
rather be the rat –
"at least for
alonealone10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to be alone tonight
I don't think I'm safe tonight
I don't want to be alone tonight
With no one here to hold me tight
No one here to tell me it's all right
With no one watching over me
I just might take my life tonight
I shouldn't be alone tonight
But she isn't here again
When she comes home
In my body will my soul reside?
Who will save me from myself?
When no one is here to take the knife
I don't want to end my life tonight
Though I maybe dying tonight
I would rather be crying
But as the night envelopes
And my darkness enshrouds
Drag the blade across my skin
It is only a little sin
The crimson tears flow
I don't know what is wrong
All I know is to this world I don't belong
This body I detest, just won't rest
My masochistic mind won't cease to exist
Now it puts my will to the test
The pain pulses through me
Bring the pain, it is better than nothing
Bring the violence, without it it's all the same
The pains all I got tonight
But tonight it's all I need
As long as I'm not nu
Wheel CountryWheel Country11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I imagine. I imagine I am hovering just below heaven, looking down on the earth lying quietly in the darkness of its own shadow. Looking down, hidden from the sun, to witness man discontent with the darkness, and his inventing of light. His fires, created or stolen from nature, the consequence of lightning and dryness, the divine manifestation of that singular holiness in the sky, broken off and fallen to earth as power and control, kept and reverently stoked, smoldering slowly in a sacred lacquered box, full of more problems than Pandora's.
I watch as man's fires flicker and expand into the darkness of the unknown, within which community is forged both to survive and enlighten, where language and, through language, art become the accidental occurrences of community, art then a consequence of survival. Watching as those fires are slowly tamed, flattened and thinned, poured like liquid lightning into tin containers and aluminum boxes, and flickers to life again in imit
Cliff NotesCliff Notes12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cricket leg serenades
To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade
Of characters strolling through the vines;
Residential escape in charmed, young prime
Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink,
From recessed cupboards, bottled up
To pour on ice.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster;
Watch condensation droplets
Pool into a question
The modern art above your bed
Grasping for tradition, well-kept
And bred in sound conditions;
A sieve that bled until she cried
From underneath those lines,
And you found heaven
Through that answer in her eyes
Shattering shock of matter melting,
Diluting tonight's pride and worth
As the minutes go by;
Leave rocks behind
To remind of true meaning -
Everything at home is everything that's right.
Lonely WatcherLonely Watcher11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hate just standing there
watching relationships fall
Though i like being involved in the tears
The fights, the drama it isn't too much at all
Maybe because i know
i'll never have what they have
There must be something wrong with me
Did i go down the wrong personality path?
They act like it's nothing
to have someone to hold
even though i wish i had
Some guy to keep me warm when it's cold
I guess i need to finally learn
that i'm just unwanted
To be a guys "best friend"
A lonely life to me i'm haunted
-Silence--Silence--Silence-8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's so quiet, it's so peaceful..
Looking out the window, the skys are clear.
The stars light up the sky, followed by the moon light.
Sitting on my bed, thinking in solitude.
Silence, has taken over.
So quiet, not a voice to be heard.
No one around you, just you and your shadow.
Open up your journal, write a poem.
Pen on paper, words come out.
Putting your thoughts out for all to see.
Another chapter in your life has been written down.
So soothing, so calming, letting it all out.
It's a release!
Plauging thoughts, rage no more.
Out of your head, a burden is gone.
Sweet silence, for you to enjoy.
The moon light shines in the window.
Ilumminating, you and your journal.
It's your only light for this night.
No lamp, no overhead.
Just you and sweet silence.
The night seems never ending.
Hours and hours, the moon stays up.
Skys stay dark, stars still bright.
It's as if time has stopped.
No one around you, no one can hear you.
In your peaceful solitude.
Sweet silence, takes you away
The Tattered FairyThe Tattered Fairy10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I opened the door in answer to a knock,
And seeing who stood there gave me such a shock,
For it was a fairy, looking all forlorn,
Her appearance was dirty, tattered and torn.
Her shoes were dusty, her hair a tangeled mess,
She had knots in her ribbon, and rips in her dress,
Her face was smudged, her lips cracked and dry,
Her wings were so tattered, she never would fly.
She spoke softly and kindly, so I listened well,
For she had some very bad news to tell,
"Your garden needs you" she quietly said.
I knew what was coming and listened with dread.
"There is no grass, the ground is dust,
Planting some lawn is an absolute must.
The flowers that bloom, are choked by weeds,
Pull them all out, get rid of them please.
The roses are overgrown, and pull at my hair,
If you cut them back, more buds will grow there.
The plants are thirsty, its water they need,
And the fuscias would flourish with a really good feed."
Then she gave a little wave, and was gone from my sight,
I thought of her words, and
Awake Under the BlanketsAwake Under the Blankets10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Closer to darkness than anticipated,
the shadows breach the wall and slip
across the carpet.
With childish certainty the danger slides
and toils and bristles with thorns and eyes,
and eyes peer out from under sheets.
Magic never stood the test of time,
but clutching teddy close
prevents a mind spilling into tears.
Evil stalks on spindle legs
grown knobby and buckled through age,
the weight of slushy ooze a challenge.
Ears pick out the smacking of lips,
a meal made of child on the menu,
the slither of entrails never tucked in.
Move and be found, the little boy lost
inside the mind of an adult left to think,
quake with unease, but barely breath in truth.
While eager tentacles fumble with claws
made scratchy through crushing babies bones,
a pulse throbs under the blankets.
Catch the glow beneath sleeping cloth,
the torch bulb switched to combat fear,
and see the throwing off of covers.
The monster reels, flailing parts unknown,
descending the stair that waits in silence
at the back of the
You Are On My MindWhat am I to do now, I'm confused and lostYou Are On My Mind7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would sacrifice all no matter the cost
Just for an answer of any kind from you
Silence hurts worse then broken bones do
Laying here thinking about what to say next
Not sure what to write, my mind perplexed
Passion burns through me like wildfire
You are my one and only worldly desire
Heart racing when you jump into my mind
My thoughts and feelings cannot be defined
Pounding Blood rushes through my skin
Claws of Love won't stop digging in
Here's ToHere's To10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here's the beginning
Of a tragic end
Here's to where we lasted
No broken hearts shall mend
Here's to your shallow lies
And my broken words
Here's to singing the chorus
Knowing it will never be heard
Here's to telling me all your secrets
And for me keeping all of mine
Here's to the broken hearted
And the foolish kind
Here's to why we laugh
And why we cry alone
Here's to the end of me
For all I do is die alone
Adult WaysAdult Ways11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shudder on my skin when you walked by
a breeze in my eyes
but my body froze just right
A tingle on my lips like a thousand small kisses
or maybe just one
perfect, sensual, exact.
I watch tv, shows, and read
and everyone tells me true love's a lie
and when we're young we all believe it.
Until we grow wiser, and know it's far gone
yet I wonder if adults are at all more intelligent
Telling me GOD is the wonderous
to do everything he says
Yet telling me Faeries don't exist,
and this god of yours does.
Well know what?
Im done with your adult games
tired of your adult ways
I want to be nine forever
because nine was the best time to be.
When I could literally roll in the dirt
and no one look at me sideways
When stars were angels smiling at me
and I talked to them every day
(never once being called insane)
when the breeze was my friend,
and adults would smile.
Because "children hold the answers."
No you fool, they don't hold anything,
they just don't know how to doubt yet.
Because children d
Believe ItBelieve It8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When you find someone to love, who cares if they are real or not?
As long as you love them, and deep down truely believe that they love you too.
Then they do, and be happy with that. Don't ever loose them, and hold them close.
They will always be there for you, in the good times and in the bad.
Some who are not afraid to admit they love someone who isn't real.
And some who secretly keep it to their heart. Everyone can have a someone.
Even if they are real or not.
-Without You--Without You--Without You-8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without you I am nothing
Without you I cannot feel
Without you I cannot see
Without you I am not complete
Without you I am lonely
Without you I am broken
Without you I am lost
Without you who will love me?
Do you love me?
You know I love you
You always make me feel safe
In your arms I am free
No one can touch me
You open that cage that I am locked in
I am able to flap my wings and be free
You make all that pains me vanish
You just make me feel so loved
You always manage to take my breath away
Every sentence you speak
It's like a treasure
I just don't feel right
When you are gone
I'm longing for you
I love you
Please tell me
Do you love me as well?
If you do not
My heart will be broken
But I'll still love you
Because you have always been there for me
You know all about me
You know my secrets
I am happy when I am with you
I just don't know what I'd do
nova smilenova smile10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
6am: Rising to crackled reception,
this, the mimicked serenade to sunrise,
performed the whole world over.
8am: In the kitchen,
and a coffee cup
invite me to breakfast.
I count morning on both hands,
four espresso ribbons,
draped over the pages,
filling where ink cannot.
12pm: I lie on the small square of grass
looking up into the apex of cerulean.
Up on the gutter,
sits a bird, still,
below thick down,
ticks suck out birdsong.
one of quiet tragedy.
3pm: In the supermarket
I watch people stocking up,
-Who are your true friends?--Who are your true friends?--Who are your true friends?-7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tell me, who are they?
How do you know they are your true friends?
Do you know?
Care for you?
Listen to you?
Always be there for you?
Never turn their backs on you?
Stick up for you?
Be true to you?
Be real to you?
Do your friends do any of this?
Your true friends
They are the ones who shine through the crowd
They are the ones who know what to say
They are the ones who will be there day by day
They are the ones who don't give up on you
They are the ones you can count on
They are the ones you can always trust
They are the ones you can talk to and feel at ease
They are the ones you can go to when you are in trouble
They are the ones you can look up too
They are the ones you are close too
So tell me?
Do you really know who your true friends are?
Do you honestly do?
Can you sit here and tell me yes with a straight face?
OR are you going to mask it up with bullshit?
I think it's time we becareful who we choose as true friends
-You Just Never Listen--You Just Never Listen--You Just Never Listen-8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Finally the silence hits the land
People are tired of being soiled
in my blood
Trying, that's all I ever did.
Blink your eyes just once
Open them up and see everything gone.
You never hear a thing that I say to you
You never read anything that I wrote you
You never take the blame for your actions
You never let in what anyone said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we just get pulled into a sick little game?
Why are you so blind? Can't you see?
Open your eyes, you took the wrong road but we're still standing.
You just never listen
An angel that's all you were.
Perfect and no mistakes
Blinded by your own hate towards me
Broken and confused
Your words take a toll the pain strikes like a rock
Ring the funreal bell, we are all in hell.
"I need to die to feel alive."
You never hear a thing that I say to you
You never read anything that I wrote you
You never take the blame for your actions
You never let in what anyone said
Did we get this far just t
Humiliation I can't stand this feeling anymore. Everywhere I look another hand is outstretched pointing a disgusting finger at me. Everywhere I turn another face with a mouth wide open is laughing at me. I can't breath in here and this feeling in my chest is only getting worse. I feel crushed as if an anvil is breaking me on the inside, almost like someone taking a hammer to glass, shattering it. No one is giving me a hand to grasp, only a pointed finger and a smile. I can't take this feeling anymore and I've got to get rid of it as fast as I can. I stand up, but am still weary and vulnerable to anything anyone can say. I smile at the people grinning back at me, but on the inside I'm dieing. On the inside I'm screaming to be set free, but knowing that this isn't an option, I simply stand my ground and continue to smile at the blank faces.Humiliation11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Fake Mask Of HappinessWe are always told to be happyThe Fake Mask Of Happiness11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are always told to smile
But what if inside you feel shit?
You'd be living your life in denile
What if your heart is breaking?
What if your soul was gone?
Could you live your life knowing this lie?
When you feel that you can't go on
So next time someone tells you to smile
And you don't feel like smiling inside
Tell them to stick that smile up their ass
And come out of your self, do not hide
Don't wear that fake mask of happiness
Be true to yourself and be free
And if the world can't handle the real you
Screw them! You're brilliant to me!
BigAnd it all came together with a crashBig11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an expanding singularity creating
Monumental foam rising in a desert sea
The monsters and the carnivores of the soon
and the twisting never
The cancers and the throbbing monads
The green megaliths and groping
The plush sentients
All at once.
Ascending mightily a broad expanse of unbounded
But all the same expelling passionately
the voidless form of before
to sum up into waves of sonic being all that
would pass for passing
all that would crash and scream and pass.
and indolent proportions
of waving wind spun across new fields
making bread, eating it