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 Atlas2 years 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
One more chance"I’d reach your soul andOne more chance2 years 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 Remains3 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
My Truth"My life tells of lies,My Truth2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
tales of vows and torn ties.
Of stories having names;
blank pages filling frames"
Damaged goods.Sometimes I tell them thatDamaged goods.2 years 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
Life will laugh at youYou breathe the air to live a life,Life will laugh at you3 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
AbusedAbused7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to go, forever
I want to go, without you
I did everything you wanted me to
For pure love
With blood, sweat and tears
You wanted more
You got more
I gave you everything
Everything I had
But it wasnt enough .?
I want to go, forever
I want to go, without you
I did everything you wanted me to
To be there for you
I tried it
That you needed me
You abused me
You laughed at me
I was always there for you
I want to go, forever
I want to go, without you
I did everything you wanted me to
But it wasnt enough for you!?
Light within DarknessA dark soul is justLight within Darkness2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an excuse for light to find
a place to call home.
The Papaya TreeA day same as ever with the farmers of jute;The Papaya Tree2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they hand over to me a suspicious fruit.
Of lowland or highland, I know not of it,
yet keen as I am, I hurried home with my kit.
I cut it; a smooth cut, through the mush flesh
a glow welcomes along an aroma so fresh
Divulge do I delightfully in this bounty of God
then wonder swells over these black slushy balls.
"Ah seeds!" I realize and being who I am
I scuttle across the weeded gardens so bland.
a corner unnoticeable; I press down a seed
securing it with a muddy layer, distanced from the weeds
Forgotten it remained for life of a young lad
that tumbles across plains; that was what I had.
Yet one day same as ever as I played in the plot
caught my eyes in the clearing; a green little blot.
I neared and gasped at the rearing green leaves
so pleasant in texture; so pretty yet unique.
"My child" I called it, ah, so young I was!
Tending it day and night with not a single pause!
It too grew well; it too felt for its dad
it knew young I was, but th
The Many Attributes of HersHer WelcomeThe Many Attributes of Hers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She welcomed me in a place so distraught,
yet her welcome refurbished the hut so luxurious.
Such bounties are for those who earn them;
a lucky fool I am to be close to her embrace,
for she was the basil for my ailing;
the wings for my flight;
the breath for my life.
But it was such;
she was blessed a good heart for little wealth,
an enchanting presence for a humble abode,
an inquisitive mind for little education;
she was balanced yet the scales tipped
such that life was a fraught belonging.
But dismayed not, a blissful existence;
her smile like the sparkling stars
that leave you in wonder why the Almighty
created something so beautiful yet out of grasp.
But today I mean to grasp those lights
right out of the sky and clasp to my heart.
She was lonely, but then again so are the stars.
Thus I wish to pull her down to escape that prison.
She is an ocean, exposed yet hidden;
calm yet thrashing;
a blue veil, veiling all the colors
She tended to flowersShe tended to flowers through the day passing by;She tended to flowers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she tended to flowers through the dark rising high.
She smiled as she tended and nourished the pots;
as frail as she was, this work she could not stop.
She grew each plant from each seed of each fruit
that she ate; be it weak; let it have a bent shoot.
She grew them in pots, tiny pots which she sold
"Take care" she called "they are more precious than gold!"
Her heart broke and bled and shattered some more,
when she sold pieces of her soul she yet bore.
But an old lady she was, she could not keep them all
in a house old as she was, so old and so small!
She then ushered away the children that came,
to break her little pots, for it they felt no shame.
She panted as the children laughed at "the cramped lady"
she sighed; tears welling up as she felt her belly
"Poor children ignorant you are for you don't know
the pain of losing the only child that you once sowed"
She tended the flowers as if they were her lost child;
feeling her hollow heart
A thousand dreams to be in your graceA thousand words I musteredA thousand dreams to be in your grace2 years 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
Are you scared?Would you like to play a game; a game based on chance?Are you scared?3 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.
The Real meThere was one time when you thought I,The Real me3 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,
Rotting WithinMy hand reaches my lips as they part, salivating at the rotting taste that is to meet my taste buds. My scarred and chipped teeth dig into the soggy surface, the swollen gums straining under the light pressure as I take a desperate bite out of the revolting flesh.Rotting Within3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
As I pull my hand away and chew away at the poisonous fruit, I see blood marking the indentation made by my teeth. Alas my gums had started rotting alongside my whole being.
I licked the blood, tasting a familiar tang as I turned the rotting apple sideways to clean it of the crimson marking.
It was a strange satiation; it was addiction that forced me to go after this rancid and disgusting thing. Knowing well enough the sickness that was slowly strengthening its roots within my veins and the origin of this condition, I was unable to pull away from it.
What a funny dilemma? Who knows, there might be crawling worms exploring the decaying fruit and fungus would be a necessary part as well. But I am not one to care. All that matte
photon upon sonnetawash in a language-like lightphoton upon sonnet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where every written word is
towards the outer edge
photon upon sonnet
verses bound to image
refracted by hope
of educating the young
the same light
stars that guided immigrant ships
sun that dictated the planting seasons
speaks untold truths
to be harvested in aerials
a coddling legacy
by it we are told
by it we are warmed
by it we are born
by it we are one
(this is a collaboration with disrhythmic . The original concept and starting lines are hers)
I was sorrowful oh rainFailures cling desperately to my crippled acts.I was sorrowful oh rain3 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
ImmortalityImmortality3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat in his tower that overlooked both his castle and the plains far ahead. He had seen them drenched with blood many a time for years had passed since he had taken the seat as Baron; he had lost count after a century or so had passed. Yet he sat there, fresh in youth and sound in health as if time had yet to bare its fangs against him. He looked around. There were objects surrounding him that were as old as he was. Staring at them he felt a shard pierce his heart for the first time in years and he gazed outside the window.
His servant Biliuth entered the dark chambers where he saw his master seated in his usual seat next to the great blade that descended through generations. Then again for his master a couple of centuries meant little. What made the sword to be savored by an immortal was the man who last wielded it, the only worthy adversary to the baron in his entire existence, Sir Guordon Fort.
Biliuth approached, placing the tray on the small table that was situated under the lef
The Felonious PoetThe poet locked in shackles of iron and stone,The Felonious Poet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
imprisoned in gloomy dungeons, alone to atone
for crimes and felonies, oh so deceitful he is!
Yet the criminal in truth is the writing pad of his.
Sentenced by the law of all nations in concert,
such renowned reputation; oh would he wish to revert!
But alas no whim of his shall be entertained heretofore.
No child passing by shall smile at his name anymore.
What were the atrocities he was condemned with?
He was a con
for his writing was a devious art
he mentioned not what was
but what he meant to impart.
He was a traitor
for he was not true to his word.
He expressed in entirety once,
but the next time he differed.
He was a murderer
for he killed many a time in his songs
the savior to the maiden
who was meant to live long.
He was a thief
for his robbery was also well known.
He robbed the elfish king,
of his jewels and his throne.
He was a liar,
for he knew not what he had last said.
In one song he was alive
wantingdoused in milk and honeywanting2 years 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
My Lover, My Slave"Delusional heart;My Lover, My Slave2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
come, waste no whimper my dear
for the night is young"
Ballad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dear, today in English class
You turned your lovely head.
Your eyes met mine; I surely felt
My heart would be stopped dead.
The other kids, they laugh and jeer,
They are so cruel to me.
But you don't say those nasty things,
With you I'd rather be.
Shall I write this with trembling hands?
Reveal my secret love?
I'll say to you the things I feel,
My heart, you will know of.
I'll write this note for you alone,
My crush, for you to see;
I'll tell you of these things I love,
Together we should be.
Your eyes, they are so beautiful,
I want them in a jar.
Cut out with my ball-point pen, I'd
Always know where they are.
Your skin, so soft and gorgeous fair,
I long for its caress…
I'd love to feel your soft, soft skin,
Made into a new dress.
Your white teeth will my jewelry be,
So jealous are the girls,
Red in the face, they'll see your bone,
The brooch in my long curls.
Inside my head there are voices,
They tell me what to do.
They whisper "scratch