Anthem of the AngelsSing the anthem of the angels,
let them hear your praise,
see you knelt before them,
like some common slave.
Raise your voice,
pour your soul into each word,
sell it to the greater evil.
give them your freedom,
to be who you are,
all in exchange for one fleeting,
brush of wings.
Bow before them,
are you afraid?
Not of the Devil they speak of,
but of those Angels,
pure white wings,
tainted with the blood,
The ones who kept their souls,
the ones who saw,
the true faces,
of your Angels.
Of your God.
you shall forever shun.
The free ones.
Drink the flesh and bloo
DependenceMy mistakes were your ideas.Dependence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words were my religion.
I followed you as a faithful devotee
waiting for the word of my Lord to set me free.
My breath, my heartbeat,
was your lullaby.
Soothing you to sleep
when the world screamed at you.
Our existence hinged on a knife edge.
If one of us fell,
both would perish.
Then the knife clattered to the ground.
soaking into the carpet to become
a permanent stain.
I saw the beast behind the mask of my saviour,
heard the words for the lies they truly were.
The Angel before me
FameA drug with a high price,Fame2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hit can cost your life,
but still those caught in the gaze,
of the starry-eyed lights,
Unwittingly falling into a trap,
a spider's web of lies and despair.
Coaxed onwards by the sparkles,
the riches that await,
just beyond the jaws of the awaiting beast,
Sign on the dotted line,
Let me strip you bare,
expose your soul to my cold eyes,
and remake you in the make up,
the façade that I have chosen,
as your new identity.
I will make you pretty,
for the flashing lights.
I shall guide you,
until you are no more than a shell,
PoisonCupid's arrow,Poison2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has become a poison dart.
is our demise.
Feel it slide under our skin,
its deadly tip,
tainting our blood.
Blasting through our veins,
heading towards our brain.
Where it shall destroy,
rip apart our sense,
obliterate any awareness,
of the world around us.
will kill us all.
NatureOpening my mind,Nature2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
closing my eyes,
suddenly I can see.
that coil away from me,
and flow out into the world.
in silent meditation,
begins to sway,
to some unheard rhythm,
my senses lulled,
I am aware,
of the city around me,
the people who live,
and I reach out,
a quivering shadow.
and I pull away.
our secret dark side,
dares me to reach out once more,
and forcefully shatter,
the same shadow.
So I do.
A scream breaks out,
into the night,
the voice is close,
as if it were coming from in
Sweet DreamsThe girl screams out for my help, desperate for me to end her suffering. I reach out one shaking hand as my only attempt to show that I am not ignoring her pleas. I do wish to help her but the warm hand clenched around my forearm is preventing me from moving.Sweet Dreams2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you wish to end her suffering?" A crooning voice murmurs into my ear, like maggots gliding across my frozen skin.
"Yes." The word tumbles from my lips like a single drop of poison falling from the glossy red apple onto a bloodied floor. The hand flexes its grip and pain shoots through my arm, but it's a distant irritation as the ropes tied onto the four limbs of the girl tighten
Luminescent NightHands drenched in deep red,Luminescent Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Almost black, liquid.
Blood or ink?
Both run through my veins,
I need both in order to live.
So is there truly a difference?
Black, the darkness I cling to so adamantly, my comfort. The shadows I thrive on.
White, the crispness of the page.
Welcoming me, allowing me to paint upon it the shadows,
the blood, the ink which make me who I am.
We live upon so many opposites,
Blood and ink
Black and white
Kinship, a social yearning and a craving for isolation, the solitary life.
Its what we do.
We set out rules,
Make a guide to follow,
Say what we need
...and then throw it all away.
Writing in the da
mind:fulThere is a great deal of irony in every mind.mind:ful2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even greater deal when the mind is great.
It is ironic in the way
We can tell lies
Lie to ones self
Know the truth
And still believe the lie.
I can't figure out how can that be
Never-Nightit is never night in summertime,Never-Night2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because the promise of the day
extends like the arms of your craziest best friend
in the dark-
wild and gleeful and perfect,
poised for adventure,
freed from the hands of the clock-
can touch you,
because your bare unburdened feet
are too quick to catch-
and you will always remember these never-nights,
as the best of days.
if you diedsometimesif you died5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder what it would be like
if you died
all that tobacco and booze later
it didn't even matter
because what if it weren't cancer or disease
what if it were a car crash
something that snapped you in half
stopped the way you force yourself through
a slow decay--
froze you there for a moment
not even a heartbeat
what if you perished in flame
no parts of you left to bury
just a pile of dust
if you died I know I couldn't be alive
emptiedI sit hereemptied1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
torn from me
fighting to pulse
to disturb the dust that surrounds
Because I am not needed
Because I have become boredom
in waves of unending babble
and condescending air
Because I am the lascivious lobster dinner
on a Sunday
that needs a conscience
I need a heart
was torn from me
and it fights to pulse hard enough
to disturb the dust that surrounds
lost and foundI am alone herelost and found1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost in a vacuum of selfishness
Minute and indiscernible
as the lint resting in an erased corner
Once there was a garden filled with paper flowers
fresh and newly crafted
bragging of blue and speckled greens
Today it is chipped and forgotten
melding into a bittered oblivion with aptitude
Keeping me cordoned off between the cracks of their living
left to disintegrate into the peeling essence of their dust
I am alone here
where this heart remains in a waterless jar
when it will be postmarked to you
Then at last you will hold it
to treat it to what it has never known
a morsel of warmth and
The Masterpiece of MillenniumGreater providenceThe Masterpiece of Millennium1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Embraced us all the same
When the empty void, blossomed with grace
Beauty, impeccable in design
The fortitude of thousands!
My shield and support!
My motive to carry forth!
Rouge was the dawn
When I awoke to her spell
Buzzing through my skull
My thoughts frayed and scattered
She loses sight
In the earth's ghostly haze
Thieving of perception
Beauty, stranded afar
I cut through the ghoulish veil
With the light of my affections
My eternal gift, sight for the blinded
The masterpiece of millennium
Forever rivaling, the earths wondrous panorama
finger guns never workpoint a finger gunfinger guns never work1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my head
pull the trigger
dissaponted im not dead
the infinite, finisi told her you like knitting, and she smiled.the infinite, finis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe one day we'll stop sleeping,
i hope i can wake you up
take you down to the river bank,
watch the clouds haunt us
so vividly like a photo does the brain.
you will whisper; and i will reply
with a distorted tone of voice
there is no texture there at all, you cannot feel it
within your bones.
but you can see the motionless day
hang over our fragile frames.
you missed me once,
possibly tangled up in webs of cement
from every other concrete angel
that lost her anxiety pit and gave her all.
i feel like a fool,
but you just think that's sweet.
Love of a childLove of a child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful baby lay your head down
Sleep well for I am keeping watch
Little angel no fear of the dark
Tiny soul with a big heart
Eyes of blue, simply bright of humor
Sleep now and let them dream
Love so deep it pains my soul
Love so strong it cannot be torn
Love that keeps me going on...
My reason for living everyday...
The Last of SummerFresh, black, glutinous in the heat,The Last of Summer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Newly laid tarmac hangs in the air
Outside the hermetically sealed windows.
I slip out of my equally sealed safety boots
Into flip-flops to leave,
Out into the treacle-thick humidity
Just as the first
Languid drops of rain
Sizzling on the still-smouldering asphalt.
They hit my feet and lift me up.
I turn my music off.
Joggers speed up to find shelter.
A man smelling of ointment
Cycles slowly and with determination
Towards the hospital.
Walking towards the station with
Slippery clay-grey feet.
Women bicker outside the takeaway,
Scowling at the weather,
But I smile.
Spring commutes 20111.Spring commutes 20112 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spent too long watching the mayflies
Struggling to swim upstream against the warm air rising from the tracks.
I warned them but in the end I can't improve their day.
I'm the kind of commuter who should know better.
There's a beautiful old man on the platform.
Wiry tarmac-black hair with a monk's bald pate.
A beard taller than me (almost).
Yellow running shorts,
Smile the size of a half-moon.
I think he is a work of art that belongs in the Tate.
He beams he thinks I am quite daft.
There's a giant on the train.
6 bags over a triple seat.
I ask if his bags have tickets.
He looks shee
InsomniaticIf you abandon howInsomniatic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to wake I'll come
to you I'll say
I've become an insomniac
broken like a swallowtail
wings burned by waxing sun
Icarus got nothing on me I'll say
I've forgotten how to sleep
I've forgotten how to dream I
can't touch the sky but
drowning's not easy enough I'm
balanced on the surface of the
I'll say I don't know you now
but come back tomorrow
make sure you stay
after 1am or maybe 3
it's when the shadows go away
and the night comes out
it's when we dance
I might even say you can stay
when the wolf eats the moon
or Artemis finds love lit
WS 222: an rational heatthere is an rational heat between us.WS 222: an rational heat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
needs fulfilled. scars covered. nightmares banished.
more than needs, the seeds of something
the stuff of rumours. of legends.
new wine in an ancient vessel, etching
unexpected revelations in base metal,
traces of gold and cinnabar. coming
to life, to lives, to cast shadows
and throw light like strange candles.
the heat is best when sources merge
that we might purge ourselves of the urge
to self-immolate, to self-desecrate.
I will worship you in soul, mind and flesh
for as long as I live and will proudly
play whatever role you allow, yet ever,
like the wick'd, wicked f
She Dreams In Green.He doesn't need sleep to live,She Dreams In Green.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but he dreams of her;
the way her slender fingers wove through his like the warm summer grass,
her pale blue eyes as they gazed out onto the horizon at dawn
and the way her hair flowed over the pillow as she slept
beside him, night after night.
He could get lost in her face, her flawless perfection;
the freckles that ran widly across her cheeks,
the curls that fell upon her forehead effortlessly,
and even the tears that would slip past the
corners of her eyes during a
He would her tightly
until the trembling stopped,
her diamond-like tears
trailing across the sheets.
But most of all,
ApologiesI'm sorry I betrayed youApologies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I guess now,
I just have to earn the right to hold you
I was swept away by an old flame
I hid it in a chest, and sent it down the drain
I will give you my all,
I lend you my hands
my interest, (ten-fold)
for my forgiveness
KnottedI welcome little tangles into every corner.Knotted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're so pretty when you're sad;
Your brows do pushups like they hold every pound of my body on their backs.
I welcome little tangles into every corner.
Shells are piling up beside my bed;
I skinned myself alive to keep the stains off of my soul
And your lashes locked themselves into my stomach--
Deadly butterfly kisses
Tracing all the seams of every carcass.
I welcome little tangles into every corner.
Come, pretty baby,
Just an infant in my hands.
I've yet to feel what it's like not to crush you
With every breath.
I welcome little tangles into every corner.
Big KidToday,Big Kid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I will never be the little girl you want me to be.
These hands spread wide like Arctic wastelands,
And I'm no princess curled up from the cold.
I sat against the tree,
(An elm too big to let shade through)
And felt like I was giving support to myself;
Is this what you felt like all those times
You let me rest on you?
I'm not a gentle half-smile.
I'm a bellow from a diaphragm.
I'm six feet of slender muscle.
I'm dead weight waiting to hit ground level.
I can play pretend like the damsel,
But in the end I'm always petting you.
I wrap you up in eagle wings
And limp away when you bite.