Le Ballon NoirNobody knows why its there:Le Ballon Noir8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it was left by a deity,
or a couple, or a father who didnt want
a black balloon at the wedding,
they didnt leave a calling card
when they tied it to the lamp-post
for the climbing boy to find.
Once released the balloon attacks
bobbing off his head and arms
as he clings to the ironwork.
The fall is caused by the distraction
rather than the force itself
and breaks a leg -
he mightve cracked his head too
on the way down.
A man selling hot rice
runs to the aid of the folded boy
and sees the balloon drifting skywards,
Loning over dusty hills
towards the grey tenement
it finds a dog to tease, bouncing
off the windowpane as it yaps in alarm.
This rouses a drunk man,
who bursts onto the balcony lurching outwards he grabs for it
misses, grabs for it, misses, grabs for...
The woman carrying bread
encounters her lifeless husband
and her wails are still audible
as the balloon sails across the main
Legacy of a SpellswordLegacy of a SpellswordLegacy of a Spellsword1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal entry of Sir Johannes the Legendary, Day 1:
Treason! An assassin has wounded my father, the king!
To bring order back to the kingdom, he has sent my siblings and I on a quest to save him. Together, we will venture into the cursed woods, and enter Castle Hamson. This cursed castle has stood on the edge of the woods since time immemorial, but rumors say that within it dwells an item, which will cure any ailment.
Tonight I will get a head start over my brothers and sisters, and set forth on my quest while they lay asleep. To fail this quest would be an embarrassment to my name.
Journal entry of Sir Terry the Young, day 1:
I am Sir Terry, the youngest of the king’s children, and last in line to the throne. Though I have heard of the assassination plot, I was not enthusiast at the idea of scouring Castle Hamson for a possible cure to father’s wound. It is not that father does not like me… but there have been rumors of more than tr
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
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.Puberty8 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
but it also meansIt's mundane,but it also means8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. I frown to distract.
And buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. Though
with I need a drink.
I don't need a drink.
The same strength, faux-weak
ness that I will always have,
and tell myself I learned from you.
I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste,
or maybe I will and it'll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
It's just fucking soda, but it also means
I still love you.
All That I AmAll That I AmAll That I Am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A monster, yet still human
A sinner, yet still a saint
A liar, yet still truthful
A dog, yet still a being
A loser, yet still a winner
A creep, yet still normal
A corps, yet still alive
A waste, yet still of value
A corrupter, yet still clean
A king, yet still a peasant
A beggar, yet still rich
A curse, yet still a blessing
A whore, yet still pure
A ghost, yet still flesh
A criminal, yet still honest
A boaster, yet still humble
A bastard, yet still caring
A nerd, yet still a jock
A wimp, yet still strong
A fool, yet still wise
All these things I am at any given time, at any given day,
I am proud to admit these and yet,
I am sure to deny them all.
Chubibo - CarouselChubibo - Carousel9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The carousel of life goes a-round
Its passengers ride and alight
(Either falling, or fading, or getting tired)
It never stops spinning.
Whirling in a circle of folly,
A lesson learned
Is a lesson forgotten...
Pond Of StillnessPond Of Stillness10 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
Lake WindermereWe are sometime tourists,Lake Windermere7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
and daisy chains.
To Go FarTo Go Far9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
Love is, 'poemLove is like the wind, your life is spinning just like spring has sprun, yet voices lie there, and sing the saddest song. lies lies lies. are what they seem to be, and you soon find out, there will never be a you and me.Love is, 'poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is like the rain, it splashes down onto the ground in a gracelful way, some might say. It sings the tune, the tune of love, yet gets in peoples way, and seems to missbehave. What does this mean? Will I ever see the rain again? Or will I just be outside, burning with the pain?
Love is like the ocean, it moves swiftly, and never backs down. It twists and turns, but never stops. And always seems to make the mark. But as it sings, it leaves its ways. And parts into one, while the other goes away.
'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
FieldsFieldsFields7 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
Melody PoemEverything seems to fall, to the ground, soft and hard.Melody Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strangled up in my feelings, I'm so confused, so confused.
I fall to the ground, on my knees.
These Tears I cry, fail my Heart.
Everytime I know to smile, its always fake, its always fake.
I can't choose now, its coming too close.
The winds have strengthend, and the stars are falling.
The whispers seem to fill the night,
the waters seem full of life.
Hearts are broken, children are playing.
This melody, is so un-willing.
Its far away, my laughter sings.
I see your face, and you've grown some wings.
Over and over again, lets play this Melody.
Starting from depression, over to serenity.
Over and over again, Scream your Love.
This way to live, is such a waste.
Stop the hate, Play the Laughter, Pause the Pain, I'm going Insane.
Mistress Darkthe beautiful woman,Mistress Dark11 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.'
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 troubledSoul10 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
Living Under Strange TyrannyLiving Under Strange Tyranny10 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
Chess.Take two steps back,Chess.9 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.Onyx9 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…
Our Breaking BellOur Breaking Bell10 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.
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