Illusion of LifeIllusion of Life9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The quarter moon hung in the sky, bright against the black velvet background of the early night. It was a winter moon, low and large, and had risen early. A figure slender sat almost unnoticed on the concrete wall that lined the entrance to the T Station, as they called the subway in the Northeastern town. A man's black fedora was pulled low over her face, a sharp contrast to the thick shining blonde hair that hung loose beneath, save the small braid in the back woven with dull silver beading. A bomber jacket of black leather with a collar of matching fur topped the long legs garbed in black jeans. Her hands, delicate and petite, were covered in leather gloves trimmed at the cuffs also with fur, both the same color as the jacket. Through eyes of dark gold the figure peered at the passerby's, watching them, listening to them, occasionally canting her head ever so slightly as to allow her a better view of one that peaked her interest, but only for a moment. Then once more the
Pond Of StillnessPond Of Stillness9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever met the one whose smile melts all that surrounds you and reality flies higher than the breeze on the wings of a hawk, no even higher? If not then I wish you, oh I wish you
such a magical mystical stroke of luck.
Have you ever met the one whose voice can even in a whispered hush, float over your skin, causing sensations of such warmness you sigh in mere anticipation of their touch?
If not then I wish you fate shall grant that start.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a stranger, peering in total rapture as you see yourself reflected back in them, feeling the pull to get closer, closer still?
If not then I wish that shall be for you destiny's will.
Have you ever burned with the very lightest of touches of one's finger merely on the top of your arm and find even in that first encounter the one who your heart has always desired?
If not then I shall pray with rapture's complete' powers of ecstasies soon you shall find that sacred fire.
Have you ever as lips close , then com
Mort D'eteClosed to the lightsMort D'ete10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five 'till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.
PubertyAsh, why wont you talk to us, sweetheart? Mom asked me with a smile. She leaned forward and touched a hand to my arm, smiling like all mothers do when they want to sweet talk you into doing something for them. You know were all here for you. Were not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, Ash. Youre really worrying us.Puberty7 years ago in General More Like This
Its starting to get annoying, Ash! That was from my rival Gary. Because when youre throwing a calm, quiet intervention, you should bring your sons childhood rival who spent most of his life figuring out ways of tripping you into the mus. Could you just open up your fat mouth and answer us?
First of all, Im not fat, and Garys a jerk. Next, Im not going to talk. They all have that same stupid idea in their heads that Im going to open me mouth and speak even though I havent for a while now. Its not going to happen because they
FieldsFieldsFields6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youre not moving
Because he moved on
Left those northern dreams
To crash around you
Standing in bare fields
Of a shrugged midwinter
Child of the DarknessI look at my reflection, what do I see?Child of the Darkness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dark painted portrait,
longs to be free.
The scars in my vision
I breathe eternal, eternally chased.
My soul is disfigured,
cold hands, are unclean.
So close to fiction,
too close to be seen.
Scented and painted,
but covered in blood.
Here in this ecstasy,
an all-natural drug.
Perfect pale white skin,
Impurities run deep.
My own body dead now,
for my new soul to keep.
Covet the darkness,
and burn in the light,
Here I shall remain.
Your child of the night.
Saying GoodnightSo here I am. 2am listening to the saddest songs I can find.Saying Goodnight8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I can think of is you. Nothing else compares to you.
I have realised you are the one I cannot do without.
So I just sit here, pouring out tears of ink,
trying to find the perfect hook, a catchy line to describe the indescribable.
But nothing is that simple.
How can it be when our instruments are hopes and dreams?
I guess that I can never come close to him
I say love is foolish.
I know you love him
But somehow still think you may care for me again one day
Oh well, time for me to sign off now
I say goodnight to your pictures
and hope beyond hope that one day I'll kiss you goodnight.
I should never have let you go.
I DAMAGE II DAMAGE I9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I HATE WHEN YOU SWEAR
I BREAK WHEN YOU CRY
I PLEAD WHEN I PANIC
I CONFESS WHEN I DIE
"The Pen's Master"In the mystic wee hours of the night when mortals sleep in sweetest repose of peace and Mistress Night's Cloak decorates the Heaven's ebony skies with gems of her train as it trails behind in her travel's - it along its seams even glows."The Pen's Master"9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A breeze tip toes through my open window tickling the lace curtains draped round it delivering the message being sent by A Pen's Master - to my ears a caressing awakening flow.
"Awake, awake sweet child" the words came - as gentle as a lullaby - as soothing as the rain - till I finally rose in my bed to view who there stood - in sheer quivering delight my eyes opened wide.
He was tall - hair of spun gold long- his garments of gossamer silks that to the floor ran surely had been ner touched by human hand for they changed color as he approached in long stride.
His cloak was every color of the rainbow - of satin finest made - decorated in real silver, gold and bronze -the implements of his Majestic pride.
Quills, pencils, pens, bottle of inkpot
Mr.UnconsciousDarkness pulls its heavy blanketMr.Unconscious9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over my tired eyes
'sleep my child and
of things beyond this world
feel your thoughts succumb
pulse, is calm
the body, relaxes.
on a raft of elusive sensations,
give in to the forces of the imagination
and tear down the walls which imprison your mind.
My child, don't be afraid,
what happens is not real
You're still in control
Just not as you think
Ah, now, I have your attention,
your mind, your body and soul.
you've finally escaped to those
Say hello to your
Be still whilst he violates your being.
Mistress Darkthe beautiful woman,Mistress Dark10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under whom so many of us study.
Pleasing is the sensation of self inflicted pain.
No matter the medium;
metal to an arm,
bile breaking a throat,
repetitions of St. Agnes.
Like God she gazes, prideful of that which she has created,
and she says it is good.
We see the twisting grin,
the bust that swells.
Repeat our actions we must
a thousand times.
Until our bodies refuse to flinch,
reveal no pain.
Then we can show her; the mistress to Beelzebub,
we too may master the art of sweet agony.
The Dark Lady will point a chapped finger,
more she will push for
Lady Death gives opiates to the masses;
blinded and willing, in turn the masses
shackle the bodies, naked to the ceiling.
Willing to feel Lady Sting, Lady Scorch.
Longing to die for her,
in both fire and ice.
Revelations would hit her, manifestations.
Lady Masochism will fall silent,
at this precious epiphany,
'there are other masters of her art.'
Living Under Strange TyrannyLiving Under Strange Tyranny9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you old friend
You come to me in twilight
You are fashioned from flesh and from silk
Yet your grip is wrought iron
I know your gaze well
It chills me to my spine
Yet your soft whisper leaves me flush and burning
You tempt me mock me thrill me and discard me
Your cruel instruction not a lesson learned
But a lesson engraved in my flesh
By your dull blade shall my blood spill
By your taunts and torments I loathe and yearn
The oddest moment of clarity
Stolen by your bitter seduction
The purity of desire misinterpreted as innocence
The wry smile of understanding spreads across my dry cracked lips
I prepare to feed from you
I want to taste the essence of your sweet milk
Yet you withdraw from me
You leave me alone in a dark chamber
Calling out your name (oh tyrant)
Like a scorned lover weeping for what once was
And should never have been
Acquiescence"Know no fearAcquiescence9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My darling little one
You shall not know
The sting of tears
And the bitterness which grows
With the passing of human years..."
You can have everything
Nothing remains of what used to be
My eternal flame holds no more secrets
I cannot recall when laughter last graced my lips
Lamentation for the incandescent daylight
I remember from my youth
Sears my consciousness
Take what you want
For I can fight no more."
Souli feel like my troubledSoul9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
soul has fleed me
i wish i never had
a soul so my pain
would not be so real
but i know my soul is
there but in hideing
from the cruelness
that is this world
i feel my soul has
fleed me but i know i
it's there somewhere
Our Breaking BellOur Breaking Bell9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We were broken, and we were in love,
And after ends, it wasn't enough,
And we had mouths, but we never spoke,
I told you to care, but you told me to choke,
We took it all, and we never looked back,
For after December, we lost the tact,
Holding our faces, but not one another,
This was our life, this was forever,
You hurt me, and you never begged,
I never looked back, and I never said,
"This is enough, we need to stop,"
Because I felt low, and you were on top,
My hands bled, and your back snapped,
I took the pity, and you stayed damned,
We made the lock, we ignored the sign,
I ruined your life, and you ruined mine,
I lost hope, and you lost intrigue,
Foraying the feelings, forgetting the deed,
Our legs dropped, and our heads fell,
And our ears panged, to our broken bell.
Chess.Take two steps back,Chess.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rewind the time.
I can't move forwards when you are now so far behind.
Shake it off,
it won't go away.
I can't move forwards when you are on my mind again.
Step back again,
I can't move forwards when you are in so much pain.
Caught between this,
and what it was.
I can't move forwards when you are still so captivating.
It wasn't simple,
still isn't today.
I can't move forwards when you are so damn casual.
I can't move,
I can't breathe.
I can't move forwards when you are not by my side.
OnyxI remember the walks we never had under the stars we never saw and the chances to make memories that I missed. I curse myself more and more each day that you're gone. I think of all the times we talked and all that's left for me to say is that I care about you more than anyone else.Onyx8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need you more and more each day, I need you here with me. I swear that one day I will see you, and I'll never leave your side.
I can't help keep thinking of the last time that I saw you, of all the things I left unsaid, of all the late night conversations when I should've been begging you to stay instead of flying away in the morning. Spread your wings and come flying back to me.
Maybe Fate has a different plan for us, a future where we can always be together. Until that day I swear you're in my thoughts and prayers…but still…
SorryI'm sorry for lettingSorry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You get under my skin
I'm sorry for forgetting
You didn't want in
I'm sorry for being
A leech on your skin
I'm sorry for not seeing
You weren't letting me in
I'm sorry for crying
My tears stained your skin
I'm sorry for dying
When you finally let me in
I'm sorry for living
And for breathing on your skin
I'm sorry for sinning
The lie I was living in
I'm sorry for hurting
Each time you felt my skin
I'm sorry for flirting
After the danger set in
I'm sorry for carving
Lines into my skin
And I'm sorry for starving
I thought you wanted me thin
But most of all I'm sorry
For stealing from your life
For deluding that maybe one day
I would be your wife
The day we failed
Was the day I died