Suicide.I'm on my hands,Suicide.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm on my knees.
You've got me begging,
Please don't go;
Don't leave me here.
Just hold me close,
Don't hold her near.
You were my life;
Now on my heart
You've left a mark.
It's a large mark;
A break, you see,
That's slowly dominating
All of me.
So now you walk;
You walk away.
Not knowing that
I will die today.
To My Dearest Peter PanDear Peter,To My Dearest Peter Pan11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take me away.
take me so very far away,
to your never neverland,
so that i will never ever have to grow up.
My Dearest Peter Pan,
let me kiss the stars with you.
Let me kiss your rosy lips,
and let the stars witness my devotion
to the never-ending love
of my childhood.
My Dearest Peter,
i'm still waiting for you
to come through my window,
just as you did when i was a young babe.
Dear Mr. Pan,
i've waited and waited,
and i watch my window every night
just in hopes
that i'll see your mischevious shadow
lurking in on me,
as he did in those long ago days.
To My Dearest Mr. Peter Pan,
I don't think you're coming.
I've started to give up all hope
of ever seeing you again.
Never again will I be able to
caress your hand or kiss your soft lips.
I suppose this is where I say,
growing up can't be all bad.
I wish i could,
but i can't without lying to you.
This is addressed to a Mr. Peter Pan,
in hopes that someday,
he will come and sweep me off my feet.
I suppose that will only
The Lady of AstolatThe Lady of Astolat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dangling weave of tangled threads
Lies mangled on the loom.
The scent of broom and bitter root
Still permeates the gloom.
A shadowed light was all her world,
Wherein the mirror lies -
The misted lake of Avalon,
A dulcimer of sighs.
And she would gaze on Camelot
Within the mirror's glass
A peerless portal to that world,
Its future and its past.
The halcyon days of Arthur's court
In songs of troubadours,
The knights and code of chivalry -
A kingdom she adored.
Weave and spin; spin and weave
Watch the shuttle fly
The days weave out; the days weave in
And I will break the sky.
She felt the waning years' restraint,
The gloom of heart entombed
A shadow play of tragedy
The censed reek of doom.
"Alas, I am a Queen of shades
To bear the cruelest taunt -
To never gaze at Camelot,
Just its reflected haunt."
When on that road to Camelot
She glimpsed a knight so fair,
She turned from mirror to gaze out
And ached to flee her lair.
The shuttle broke within her hand;
The tapestry unfurled;
LonelinessLoneliness4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Loneliness means to withstand every hardship and tribulation that life throws your way.
Also meaning no one is there to help lift you up when fallen to the lowest point.
It means to never to feel eternal bliss or even share a simple laugh with someone you care for. I wish I could purge it all away, and numb the anguish of my soul. Being alone also means that your heart can never be broken to the point of being shattered before your very eyes. Still you haunt me after all this time with your visage and memories. When will it all go away?
ShatteredShattered4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the pain, and I see you there. Longing for you kills me still, and I continue telling myself that you are no good for me. After all this time, I still cannot let it go, and move on as it silently kills me like a thief in the night. Craving your embrace, though I will never see you again except in my dreams and shattered memories of excruciating agony. Everytime I think of you, continues to pulse, even after all the scars you left on my soul. One day I pray to find solace. When will I be able to let it all go, and move on?
Crimson AgonyCrimson Agony4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dreams plagued by your nightmarish visage,
I find it hard to rest softly.
There you sit watching, waiting for when I am most vulnerable,
poised and ready to strike.
My scars still bleeding from the trauma you caused,
and yet my heart still yearns for you.
What can I do to end this pain,
when will it end?
A Vampire's KissMy teeth,A Vampire's Kiss8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Long and sharp,
Run up and down your shivering body,
Gently, like playing a harp.
Long, soft strokes,
My snow white hand moves,
And grabs your head,
While my voice soothes.
I whisper calming thoughts,
Putting calming things in your mind,
With my voice and my eyes,
I hold you in a bind.
Yet that does not stop the shivering,
The fear in your face,
You do not understand,
Me, or my race.
Tempted, and temped no more,
My long-since dead heart beats,
Wanting to live again,
Wanting to taste your blood like sweets.
It is no longer I can wait,
I sink my fangs into your flesh,
Into that skin so pale with fear,
The skin of a maiden, so very fresh.
I wait for but a moment,
Until your fear turns to pleasure,
Still in my bind,
The pleasure I can measure.
Higher than sex,
But only good for one,
At least you don't have to worry,
About bearing me a son.
Your blood, filled with pleasure,
Seeps past my lips,
It's texture, it's power,
I drink it slowly, only in sips.
Strong like wine,
Nor The Angels Whisper.......Nor The Angels Whisper.......4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor is the the silent angels whisper
And this is not where my heart ache begind
Nor ends as the devil plucks his chords
Bringing for the his demons of lust from my heart
For not his he me, but he is you
His lust and anger lives well into our souls
Never is a human allowed to be pure
As we are all tainted by his infernal grasp
His necronomic lips whisper blasphemy upon the earth
His cry forth for Dusk and her embrace to shine forth
And bring path a new reign of heartace and doom
'These angels wept and the beauty cried,
Wishing for not only pure souls, but for no evil
To taint this holy land, yet this wish never came true'
God Raise me up!
I never knew my heart
I never knew crude's daylight scorned sight
And never bring forth the dark light into the soul
For as much as I can scream, I know I can never know my voice
And while my heart still cries for mercy and forgivness
I know deep inside that I can never rest
I can cry all I can but I should never rest
Unless my heart is cast away a