BloodBlood11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood is pure
Blood is blood
Blood is pain
Blood is love
Blood is passion
Blood is in me
And so is blood that is in you
Blood makes the world go round
Blood makes me think
Does it make you?
Blood unifies me
Blood is unexceptional
Blood is everywhere
Blood is precious
It is not a thing to waste
Blood makes you bleed
Blood makes you breathe
Blood is chaos
It is a gossip
Blood is in all of us
BrokenYou took the kitchen butter knife,Broken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one you used on your toast that morning,
and you slipped it between my breasts,
to where my heart beat painfully in my chest.
I bled onto your hand, dripping onto the floor,
while you watched with a small, sad smile
on your face, and told me it was better this way.
How is that possible
when all I thought I knew
disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke
as I melted into a puddle,
while my boiling blood
made a pool on the kitchen linoleum?
It was a bitch to clean later.
C.J.CEliminate the enemy,C.J.C5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
behind the lines and oversea.
War-cry screams fatality,
through the trench's treachery.
Hearts of stone dead-weight to these,
warriors, soldiers, gore glories.
Ground has never touched their knees,
won't bend, won't break, won't hear no pleas.
They smash through walls and destroy within,
bullets blister by while dropping a pin.
Chaos erupts as the battles begin,
as charges explode and sear the skin.
Rubble and ruin of civilization,
ballistics and tactics of modern creation.
Duty and valor, they deliver salvation,
rescue the righteous from annihilation.
Torture and trials during the training,
only the strongest are left remaining,
to unleash fire on ground quickly staining
blood red and broken from bodies still draining.
Reload and release upon carnage of war,
breathe in the stench you cannot ignore,
revel the screams in the air that roar,
reload, realize it's what you're made for.
Copyright © 2010-2011 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
Architectural RedemptionThey are breeding.Architectural Redemption5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think they will save me?
They go marching.
sticks and stoneshe fell in love todaysticks and stones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a boy from a book
and then couldn't tell anybody
for fear of being called
she turned her back today
on her family
because she was tired of being called
he tried out today
for a sport he hates
because he was sick of being called
by the girl he loved.
she swore herself to celibacy
after going to church today
for fear of being called
and a whore.
i told a lie today
and said, "i'm fine"
because i'm tired of being called
the only thing we have in common
is that we all wear long-sleeved shirts
because deep down, we're all tired
of being called
Eternal WinterSo eternally tornEternal Winter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped within time's embrace
Why was I even born
When I long for erase?
The years passing me by
While I get older
Oh, how this soul does sigh
A life ever colder
As loved ones come and go
I still always remain
Why do I spend nights alone
Swamped within this strange pain?
Addicted to sadness
I try to remember
Lost in my mind's madness
Cruel, silent December
Drowning in azure depths
That freeze my shattered heart
How can you steal my breath
And still rip me apart?
A love locked somewhere deep
Somehow slipping away
Oh, how this soul does weep
For its winter today
Blind MutilationTake a needleBlind Mutilation5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And some thread.
I'll make sure,
I wont see you,
'Til I'm dead.
Bite my lip,
Tears fill these eyes.
I take a deep breath.
Then the black thread goes
Through the eye of the needle.
I pull out a mirror.
Another deep breath.
Put the needle down,
Grab some tape.
Silver, shiny, and sticky.
I place it over my lips.
Slowly, I pick up the needle
And pull on an eyelid.
Carefully, I take the needle,
And puncture the skin.
I try to scream.
The tape holds my lips shut,
How they've been for too long.
I puncture the next lid.
It hurts less.
Again and again I sew
And the pain lessens,
Or I stop caring.
I can't tell the difference anymore.
With one eye done,
I advance to the other.
I cut the thread.
And put the new end,
Through the needle's eye.
By now I feel the hot blood,
Dripping like tears.
I try to lick my lips,
But the tape prevents.
On the count of three.
I rip as fast as I can.
Skin is pulled off by the tape.
My lips are soaked,
With blood or spit,
Afraid to DreamAfraid to dreamAfraid to Dream5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this sleepless night
holding back screams
against this blight
Running from the nightmare
pleading myself to stay awake
The monsters waiting to scare
me from this slumbering state
Afraid to dream
in this infinite dark
tearing my world at the seams
trying to eat at my heart
Wanting death more than anything
my prayers falling upon deaf ears
spreading my stark, raven wings
chained to the ground after all these years
Afraid to dream
this living hell
for all of eternity
just because I'm an angel who fell
Warhammer: End of DaysEnd of DaysWarhammer: End of Days7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Thunderhawks burst through the cloud cover of Anmars atmosphere and into the bright mid-day sun. With engines roaring and blue and bone colored hulls glinting in the sun, the powerful assault craft angled in low and northward like giant birds of prey. Their objective the dry grassy mountain hills in the distance and the city of Dedulis.
Onboard the lead Thunderhawk, all was quiet, dark, and solemn save for the dim red ready lights and the howl of wind. Inside, ten Assault Marines of the Sacred Knights Chapter knelt in two neat rows, face to face. Their massive armored forms were resolute and still as they were bathed in red light.
The stillness was broken from a shadowy corner of the troop section as an eleventh Marine approached the praying squad. Chaplain Haikon, the Master of Sanctity for the Chapter, stood tall and proud over his unofficial entourage, a masterfully crafted gold and black storm bolter slung
The RitualShuddering as the freezing cold water runs down her body she watches the blood disappear down the drain in the shower. Looking down at her arms, legs, and torso she then smiles sadly, watching the blood continuing to flow. She tilted her head back and let the freezing water hit her. She began to think.The Ritual7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Was it worth it? Does it feel good? Will someone notice? Does is matter if they do? It hurts. I like it. That was the point. To feel pain. Physical pain. It's not nearly as bad as the mental pain. My goal: Match my physical pain to the pain in my head. I never think things through. Time to break, mend, and strengthen again. No one will be let in this time. Time to block it all out again. I've got to suffer first. Break to the point of my sanity and life almost being
VinedI've triedVined3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for so many years
But every time
the rain pours,
you brick me up
against the storm.
So now I've sent my vines,
tendriling up gently
like fine wine
and all it takes is time
until your bricks
WindListenWind5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you hear it?
Do you see it?
A warped Mirror
Do you hear it?
Do you see it?
An untamed Dance
Do you hear it?
Do you see it?
Do you hear it?
Do you see it?
Do you hear
Do you see
Of the Wind
Death's Life LessonIt stalks the nightDeath's Life Lesson9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It stalks the day
It seeks out life
And whisks it away
It's known as death
And other things too
But it's all the same
What matters is you.
How do you see it?
What does it mean?
It's best if you know
For death is unseen.
It can take you at day
It can take you at night
Knowing death well
Can lend you some light
The passage to death
Is always unclear
And it's best to know
That you're very near.
For death is at hand
It is for us all
Know it's face well
So you don't stumble and fall
Now think hard on death
And know that it's near
And the meaning of life
Will be all too clear
And that is to live
For your hearts desire
Not to throw life away
But to burn with a fire.
A fire for life
To live for each day
To reach for your dreams
Dont ignore what they say
Life is a question
And death holds a clue
Reach not for the answer
For your life's not due
Live for the moment
And die for it too
Your bound to miss life
If you end it too soon
Frozen SandThe way the glass breaks on the ice road.Frozen Sand5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It comes to you now-
A sign from above.
Grains of sand roll above the tarmac,
And render their heat to the frozen up keep of the lines between your hands-
Walking and lying on the unknown path.
To realize that the wind blows for just little bit more,
And recalled to your name of maidens farewells.
You have seen it.
Across breed into your heart,
And frozen veins down to your skirt.
Shake up and let it be,
That a sign meant to be,
Or is just a dream within dreams?
Only the frozen north can tell.
This InbetweenFading like the shadows kissed by sunlight,This Inbetween5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Drifting like the moon in a sea of stars,
Forever holding my breath against the darkness,
Knowing that in this inbetween you cannot hurt me anymore
As Numb as if brushed by fingers of ice,
Breathing shallow as if I am sleeping awake,
Forever closing this fist against my heart,
Knowing that in this inbetween you cannot hurt me anymore.
this poem:this poem:5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to free fall.
there is no
Flying the Swallow's StarsThe night is dark, andFlying the Swallow's Stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smoggy as ever,
As the Swallow arrives at his perch.
He grips the fence, and
Peers into the city below,
As the night crowd flickers to life.
The Swallow's face falls, and
Sees madness rush by,
As he wishes that people would notice.
That the stars are obstructed, and
A dark cloud hides dreams,
As the Swallow remembers his goal.
His free hand reaches, and
Pulls a kite from his bag,
As the other hand searches for string.
Wishing to himself, and
Saying "What a twisted song...",
As the string glows in his palm.
The Swallow sighs, and
He says, "The wind will come,"
As he throws the kite to the skies.
The Swallow's kite soars, and
The other Knites all smile,
As they hold breath with anticipation.
"Sen has started," and
The others all being to fly,
As they say, "It's time for us to shine."
"Thank you," a little girl says, and
Presses her hand to the window,
As she continues, "For bringing the stars out tonight."
eraserthey are memories noweraser5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every one from that winter,
every one etched
and listless beneath
my flesh, every one
carved by your indifference
winters are the
hardest to remember
in the cold that once there
was springtime; once
there were things
like i used to be
so many things that
used to be
broken teeth, crags
in a cliffline jaw, the
knuckle marks down your back
how long before we
can forget the things that
have melded into our
flesh and bone?
before time unmakes the things
that made us who we are?
The VoidWhen the real worldThe Void5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Becomes too much for me to cope with
I have a defense mechanism
But it doesn't always work
I have to take it a step further
Because when the emotions
Running around in my head
Are so intense and demanding
Its nice some days
To just float
I call it my void
This feeling, is a feeling
I feel dead inside
And it is a welcome break
From the screaming terrors inside my head
The Void will cradle me
When I am tired
And wipe my tears away
When I cry
For this is what Emotionless feels like
Or does it feel like anything?
Can we feel
In an Emotionless Void?
You tell me
MomentsA moment here, a moment thereMoments5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
pilfered fragments of time we share.
Clandestine liasons, shared respite
seeing each other as dare we might.
To be found out, would'st ne'er be well
we trust, we'll never kiss and tell.
Until such a time, we can come out
all will see us, without a doubt.
We're friends and lovers, the best we can be
I'm devoted to her, she's likewise to me.
Till then our time together, there's none to spare
We embezzle it in moments, one here, one there.
Equally ScarredThis story begins like many that you've already heard:Equally Scarred5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sitting in class.
And there's this boy,
He's in almost all of my classes
Sits next to me in most.
(including right now)
We're very similar
He would really hate to admit that though.
Even our arms our equally scarred.
And I can't get him off my mind
Even though I don't like him,
Not anymore than a friend.
But, I gotta say
His eyes are the most gorgeous things,
That I have ever seen.
Smoke and MirrorsLost in the hazeSmoke and Mirrors4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Caught up in a daze
Reflections surround me
Smoke and steam
Create the dream
Or is it a nightmare?
The hall of mirrors
Brings forth your fears
But it's only meant to entertain
Shattering.A woman says take me home and you are struckShattering.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the fear that you will not know how to touch her right, that you
have unwittingly made it this far without her knowing that
this was not supposed to be your life, a life your father
does not speak of and your mother doesn't understand, her eyes
heavy and sad. This is the kind of life that the dishes
will be the undoing of, a glass handled carelessly one day will
break in your hands and that will be the thing you finally
can't handle, your body crumpling against the sink, the weight
of your mother's sadness, the bitter emptiness of your father's
goodbye on the phone, your last trace of him, sterile and distant,
the endless ringing of every attempt after, the acrid taste of
the day you stopped calling, the despair, this life was never
what you wanted.
A woman says take me home and you say yes,
because how could you not?
The Human Warlock - Chapter 1..:: The Human Warlock: Chapter 1: Doomed and Forsaken ::..The Human Warlock - Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'Sir, I think I saw movement near the hill.'
'You're not a guardsman of the Emperor's Imperium to think. You are one to know for sure and fight in his name. Now, whatever that was, let it pass, we don't need any unwanted attention.'
Another guardsman tapped the Sergeants knee and pointed towards the horizon of the snow-white, battle scared landscape.
'More movement, sir.'
Sergeant Azin took place next to him and started to look towards the endless horizon.
'I don't see anything. Keep looking! Probably the wind that is blowing up some damn snow.'
'No, sir, I can still see it, it looks like an infiltrated perso...'
Guardsman Neil's helmet and head splitted open with a loud crack. In quick response everybody dropped themselves onto the frozen sand of the crater in the ground.
'What was that in the Emperor's name?'
'Just keep your head down! Or you will end up like Private Neil!'
'AAARRH! A NICE SHOT TAT IZ, BOSS!'