I cannot remember the last time I cried,
flooded and broken my eyes turn inside.
Still there's no beat, lifeless breathing aside;
the last breath of me has finally died.
A nameless face now ruptures my thoughts,
a memory of which I found I have not.
Claiming my love, in his arms I am caught;
a feeling of hunger embedded, grows hot.
He screams a name without any soul.
I sense the place; once a heart, now a hole.
He falls to the ground, death taking its toll;
struggling to stand, his hands reach their goal.
Clutching my face, he pulls me close,
my mouth inches forward, grotesque and morose.
My eyes staring hungrily, he smiles in hope;
his love has now proven stronger than most.
Retrieving a memory, with nothing to say,
I've now grown confused, and push him away.
He clings to my body, his back merged with clay;
forced towards a wall, he stares with dismay.
A name is remembered through hunger and pain,
water creeps to my eyes, still dry and blood-stained.
A memory of love and romance when
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
Damaged goods.Sometimes I tell them thatDamaged goods.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a birth defect,
that when they dragged
me from my mother's womb
they broke me,
that my mother left the hospital
with a cheque in hand to make up for
"the accident," of course.
Sometimes I tell them
that they said,
but it'll hurt her."
Because I live and
it hurts me and I don't know
how else to say,
"I'm sad all the time
and I can't get out of bed some
days and I've considered that
not living might be
beneficial to my survival,"
and as they try to work
that out I'm heading for the door
with my head down and
my dignity scraping along on
A True Failure?Watch him run,A True Failure?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch him fall,
Watch him land on the ruins that were his life before.
Ever seen a true failure?
As they sink to the ground..
Taking his head in his weakened, glory stained hands,
The shattering ran through him,
Flooding his walls,
Knocking down doors
Till he quivered and screamed for no more.
The pain unbearable,
He drops to the floor,
His wound so deep, but never seen, so sore.
He picked up his ruins,
Stumbled and soared,
Picking up the pieces,
So heavy they made him fall.
No time to linger,
His tears of pain, sting, so bitter.
Forward just a little more,
Forward, he sees just a little more,
Watch him walk,
Watch him run,
You'll never see him fall, once more.
Everything he ripped apart, the things he thought were out of sight,
Slowly reached his mending heart,
As he fought for more.
Faith in your grailFaith in your grail2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know in my heart, and my heart is not frail
thus I say it again; I have faith in your grail.
I ponder the least over scum that tell tales
'bout a practice you hold, you add poison to ale.
Such rubbish it is to let me not avail
a drink you present, a concoctive cocktail
by a human so charming, such beauty unveiled;
Eyes sparkling, hair bound in a net of soft faille.
I smile at you, recalling our memories through years,
noticing then that you have both a smile and a tear.
You hand me the drink, oh your hands look so pale.
"You alright?" "I am fine, drink before it goes stale"
I pick up the glass. The aroma impales
my senses-- such defeat, such a gallant assail!
It approaches my lips while you play with your nails
"This is to pray" that I say "our matrimony prevails!"
I know in my heart, and my heart is not frail
thus I say it again; I have faith in your grail.
Life will laugh at youYou breathe the air to live a life,Life will laugh at you2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a life without the will to strive.
BUT to strive one does decide,
a plan to be, a plot devised.
A tragedy; someone's demise;
a family, of troubles rise.
Accept defeat, defeat the lies,
mold the lies in truths disguise.
Which brings a change, the mind divides,
Chastise the plans revised.
But slowly fading in the sky,
our dreams too die, you're left to die,
to rot in some troubled domain,
you're all alone, but whose to blame.
For back away, it is the same;
no past of dreams, no struggling aim.
A blind attempt purchasing fame,
But in the end it brings no gain.
Just a tale of endless pain;
Agonizing acid rain.
But who's to blame? You played a game?
Of tying life and dreams again?
People like you, fools alike,
Forsaken beings, a scornful sight.
For dream you did and dreams decide,
What's your worth and what's your might!
And left at mercy of the night,
Whether you die or see the light,
Be it the case you're one of few,
for whom this life will laugh at you
Is this Farewell Friend?Falling away,Is this Farewell Friend?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We no longer talk,
I miss those conversations,
The things I learned.
Is this going to be farewell then friend?
I feel so distant.
It always ends like this,
Another person gone,
I know it's probably me,
Walking away from it all,
Too scared to say anything.
So is this farewell friend?
I really don't want it to be.
Too many people have gone already,
I know it is part of life.
So I will say goodbye,
In anticipation of the worst.
But thank you for the inspiration,
Although it's hardly any consolation.
One more chance"I’d reach your soul andOne more chance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
clasp it through those eyes if they'd
just open again"
Forgotten RemainsThere once was a great nation a nation with a name.Forgotten Remains2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now they are the
forgotten they remain.
The memories they hold,
the tears they contain,
are theirs' alone
only theirs to atone.
Whimpers gently rise;
tears flow again
for time cruelly denies
salvation from pain.
They seek sleep to happy lies
but such tries are in vain.
Dying but living on;
futile hope too moves on.
They're engraved deep in graves,
poor soulless souls enchained.
Confined and enslaved,
with no happiness saved.
They rot in a gorge
where only sorry reigns.
Theirs tales shriek through nights
their talks ignite fights
reminding of lost fame
of love, passion proclaimed.
Of days full of glory
such sad, mournful stories,
of children's laughs set ablaze
what cruel sadistic games.
Play on, it's your forte
laugh, sneer and gloat,
but Mother Nature, fools were they
hearts meant to go astray.
True, your love they betrayed
alas humans were they
there are no cars in the streetsi seek distance and i find itthere are no cars in the streets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the cold air
as i walk
with no direction, gasoline
lingering in the streets like bad perfume.
she swears i smell like death
when i come back inside,
for a minute i believe her.
i exhale oily shadows and when i catch my reflection
in the mirror i have no face, screaming
i try to scrape off the emptiness
with broken fingernails.
and when she tells me to calm down
her lips aren't moving.
DecisionsBring me gloryDecisions1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or bring me pain.
Light up the skies
Or douse me in rain.
Kindle my spirit
Or gnaw at my heart.
Adore me forever
Or tear me apart.
Cry on my shoulder
Or burn me with fire.
Show me the truth
Or call me a liar.
Look in the mirror
Or blame it on me.
Slice at your wrist
Or where no one can see.
Hold me responsible
Or agree with your mind.
Chase me for miles
Or stop being so blind.
Bleed dark rivers
Or cry oceans of blue.
Shall you ever do?
How To Use Life[How To Use Life]How To Use Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life a unique commodity.
It is precious.
Though, what sets it apart
from other resources,
is that, it is
The Burning of LiteratureTHE BURNING OF LITERATURE.//The Burning of Literature9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A red tear slowly slips down her cheek
As she looks to see a heartless freak
Who's burning her quotes, her poems, her stories
All that was left was awfully gory
The ashes lay on the tear stained ground
The pages all burnt into a pitch black mound
She falls to the ground with grief and sorrow
Not wanting to live another day, another tomorrow
She grabs a handful of ashes and rubs it in her hands
Staining her palm to make it as black as she can
Using her tears, she cleaned her palm
Even though, not all, was calm
The arsonist laughed hysterically with joy
And kicked the ashes like a useless toy
He slammed the door behind him as quick as he can
Leaving the girl alone because that was his plan
Then she found a pencil that rolled on the floor.
She picked it up hoping to find more
Then an object floated towards the girl
It was a piece of paper in a curl
She grabbed her treasures and began to write
About this frightful day and frightful night.
Are you scared?Would you like to play a game; a game based on chance?Are you scared?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you win, your reward will be awakening from this trance
From these dreams, these disillusions, these harsh subjugations;
These nightmares, these terrors, these frustrating constructions;
Upon midnight, by the deserts moon, rise these shadow's delight
Dancing, pouncing, chanting, till they burn out by twilight
Their awakening frightens you? Are you truly scared?
Figments of your imaginations, illusions declared
Dreams of tragedy interspersed with melancholy
Myriads of shadows locked in webs, a discordant hegemony
Necrotic perforations, no doubt sadistic manipulations
But isn't that what you are; a chord of vicious lamentations.
A thousand dreams to be in your graceA thousand words I musteredA thousand dreams to be in your grace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
each word for you, more eloquent then the last.
A thousand breaths I breathed
each breath carrying my aching life unto your mast.
A thousand whispers I spread
each whisper conveying my lovers delight.
Unto you, do I bequeath my lover’s delight.
A thousand gems I mined
each gem tumbled, compared to your elegance.
A thousand cloths I refined
each cloth aches for the fair maidens tread.
A thousand roses I pursued
each rose anxious to home in your locks.
Strained - anxious to home in your locks.
A thousand songs I crafted
each song to clothe you in fine praise.
A thousand tears departed
each tear in remembrance of your face.
A thousand prayers I prayed
just to witness the bliss of being in your grace.
What more can I ask than to be in your grace?
A thousand days I waited
each day brimming hope in a hopeless heart.
A thousand burdens I weighted
each burden failing in shredding my love apart.
A thousand miles I distanced
each mile devouring upon my weariness
A lasting impressionTime erases all imprints from memory;A lasting impression1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like footprints in the sand
Everyone leaves a gaping depression
Lasting only a short while before
The wind eventually covers it
Similar to how sand fills an hourglass.
Or waves wash them away
In a manner not unlike
Tears cleansing the eyes.
However, you are the only person I will never forget;
For you have left, not footprints in the sand but,
Footprints in my heart.
Acquainted with the NightThe night was scary when I was little. I hated the dark, but couldn’t bear to sleep so long as the light was on, any light, burning on the other side of my eyelids.Acquainted with the Night1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I used to have nightmares about dark things in dark corners, shadowy figures with shadowy fingers trailing along my spine. I always woke up cold and fumbling frantically for the lamp, but the aura of light just made the shadows deeper and I turned it off quickly.
Black holes are dead stars. Graves. Tombs that bury light, bury it so deep, swallow entire suns, planets, galaxies. Dead stars take all the light with them like rich men spending fortunes on alabaster monuments and marble headstones.
When I was twelve a boy grabbed my hand for the first time during a projector lesson as we sat in the back with the lights dimmed and maybe I started hating the dark a little less.
I took a poetry class in high school and we read Spenser and Shakespeare and sometimes we wrote about our feelings and other times we wrote about noth
The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,The Shams of What Remains1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.
Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.
I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."
Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
wantingdoused in milk and honeywanting1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Queen rises
you've got the devil
in her eyes coming
out like drivel lies
she wants you, paradise
but what she aches for
is to turn
a murk bath into
arms hold you round
the neck and
to the floor a rapid;
cast her into
I was sorrowful oh rainFailures cling desperately to my crippled acts.I was sorrowful oh rain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What meaning has life following deserted tracks?
Lost all I have; heeds no one still
my thoughts distraught, my heart 's ill
I wail in seclusion within plain barren lands
praying help shall descend through mysterious hands
But a dream would it be wishing, a foolish one too;
all men are happy and content; their sky depicts blue
Yet my sky growls and cries, for thunder reigns high
but I yearn for this thunder; for this rain to come by
A raindrop with a plop splashes my face
it wipes off the tears that have stained my façade
My whimpers grow silent, the wind hushes up.
Like a slow paced violin, the tears start to drop.
I smile through sky's tears; the hum fills my ears;
the raindrops from heaven descend dissolving my fears
Be no mans grace open, my companion's the sky.
It shares my own sorrows; it too weeps and cries.
My hands rise up high as I thank gain n again,
"Blessed be you for coming for I was sorrowful oh rain!"
I laugh out alou
The Real meThere was one time when you thought I,The Real me2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
was perfect, no defects to hide.
Impressed were all, imposed a lot,
On all your minds, but you knew not.
The truth of me, the lies I hide,
I do not lie, but hide I might.
Whatever way, deceived you are.
Blinded by, a truth so far,
So unreal, you cannot grasp.
Believe or not, its truth alas,
But hate me not, that's who I am,
But that's for me, to you I am,
Or tried to be, tried very hard.
To be a friend, one true at heart,
To help you out, fulfill your needs,
Play a small role in your deeds.
Intention wise, I will not lie,
The one thing which I ever tried,
Was to bring a smile alive,
On your lips, to do I'd die,
That's all I ask, not hair breadth much,
Erase my life, if you feel must,
From your life, your memory,
But one last thing before I leave.
Hate me if you feel to hate.
Just don't make the mistakes I made.
For, who I am, I am not proud,
Truth is that I myself doubt.
What I was, I lived in pain,
My life was shadowed in constant rain,
I Need SleepIf I could write the weariness I feelI Need Sleep2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into a blur of mishing-mashing lines,
I could not hope to separate the real
From floaters in my slowly fading eyes.
My arms are weak, my muscles fully slack
With profound numbness past that feeling point
Where consciousness begins. In holding back
No healing comes to brains spilled, out of joint.
Though all my matter raves delirious,
My mind is all the more imperious.
G I R L SThose curves of yours, well those are quite lovely.G I R L S2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you fill your clothes looks so damn good.
And might I add that biting your lip is a beautiful thing.
Oh, the way you move, it simply kills me.
The way you laugh is positively contagious.
And the way your hair falls when you do so is intoxicating.
You're so pretty when you sleep, and stunning when you cry.
I know I should worry when you yell, but you're still lovely to me then.
I think I know what you'd like to hear, and I promise that I'll say it.
With hair so fine and skin so soft,
It's a wonder why anyone wouldn't want a good girl in their life.
I judge anyone who can resist simply caressing that cheek.
Everything about you is just oddly fascinating.
I can't take my eyes off you for a second.
There's not an ugly thing about you, doll.
And don't you dare believe otherwise.