AltercourseI.Altercourse2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
How wan are these hymns of the silent world
compared to the splendor of their subject!
How hollow clangs the tolling of the bells
mourning blindly for some rotting reject,
bedecked in patched-up phrases and stolen laurels
just for the funeral - which becomes perpetual,
like a zombie movie on repeat.
And nay, still nay to admitting defeat.
The voice of the dead rises. Sounds trivial?
Maybe, but silence was never an option.
Ineptitude aside - sit back, enjoy the ride.
Watch as thorny tumbleweeds roll by
in pursuit of an insect's silent cry.
Piles of brass skirt the shores like corals.
Catatonic artists paint ever newer hells
to distract themselves from the pain of heaven -
the lost simple taste of innocence unleavened.
It's legal in the Underworld to marry
for two sentients of unspecified sex
if they want to entwine their misery -
see! Not even the grim preacher objects.
Submission fission, what's your mission?
Antithesis is your ambition -
but seeds of synthesis already lurk
5 random poemsDaydream5 random poems1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At the sight of a slender neck
fingers tingle, minds lose track,
juices flow, the world turns black;
finally the eyes roll back.
Tolerance Is The Last Virtue Of A Dying Society
On scarlet earth grow the brightest flowers;
on ground untouched by death, nothing will bloom.
Wallowing in their infertile pleasures
the sybarites are blind to their own doom.
Withdrawal tremors run through brittle bones
spreading microfractures up the spine
from groin to brain, back and forth it goes
bursting through consciousness' Siegfried Line -
her ghostly image in ghastly flashbacks floats
above the fields of genocide where hopes
lie with their delicate throats slit
and dissolve in alcohol bit by bit,
until skeletonized memories are piled
in mass graves, and all the losses filed
in cold drawers that posterity owns.
Gods wade in guts and gore that runs down
their glistening armor in streams;
they conduct and compose symphonies and hymns
to their godly will out of the screams.
doubly romanticBallad of the Loversdoubly romantic1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Arrows of madness have pierced their hearts,
yearning's disrupted the tender flesh -
what regard do they have for the powers that be
when in the throes of passion they thrash?
They dance among graves on feet lightened by
love's maddening magic - they could nigh fly!
Above the bed of a hero they stop,
gown and girth to the ground they drop,
then in a bare, lovesome embrace unite -
the flame of their desire rouses the knight.
"How dare you to disturb a warrior's rest?"
He stands; honor's trinkets gleam on his chest.
Dawn will still find them together - cold,
covered by shiny dewdrops of gold.
The Cold-Handed Queen
Silver silence woven in her hair;
wherever she goes, a chill in the air;
majestic wisdom in her eyes of frost;
delicate skin as pale as a ghost;
soft and alluring voice that exits
a perfect pair of cold, bluish lips;
she comes to deliver with a tender kiss
each soul from pain into stillness and bliss;
hands of stern beauty the eyelids close -
she's the nobl
majdnem tizennyolcElőttem az Élet: az arcomba bámul,majdnem tizennyolc2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rettegek tőle és moccanni sem merek.
Szülői elvárás savesője rám hull,
azt akarják, hogy még náluk is több legyek.
Mi lesz, ha feladom? Talán letagadnak,
vagy a húgom lesz majd helyettem a bajnok.
Mért hittem magamat pótolhatatlannak?
Mindig lesz egy másik, aki nálam is jobb.
Mi van, ha feladom? Fölösleges leszek,
szüleim szégyene, álmot hajkurászó,
mások nyakán élő mindörökké-gyerek,
kiskockás füzetben érzelmekkel játszó.
Hogyha nem adom fel, talán belebukom,
kerékbe tör majd a waldorftalan világ,
a sors kemény keze tengervíz alá nyom,
szememben elhervad a sötét fényvirág,
de az is lehet, hogy én leszek a győztes,
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
She Rides the LightningStrapped down, made ready for the lightShe Rides the Lightning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she smiles eager in the rapture of the moment;
her youth and the chamber are so bright,
looking forward to the white-hot current -
it doesn't judge her for her beautiful being
like this ignorant crowd around her did -
oh, the sheep! of her guilt they are bleating,
but from brave minds the truth cannot be hid:
she is simply different - a great sin
in this world! The spark she holds within
is soon to mingle with another spark -
light up her nerves, her blood, her heart and soul!
To freedom, through pain and through the dark
leather-and-wire dress: her bridal gown!
Your hand on the switch - now you hear the call -
and as your touch brightens up her crown,
she's contorted: the jolt's screaming through
the muscles and brain, beginning to do
its sacred work. A faint smell in the air
of copy machines and of barbecues.
The glowing pain is paying her fare
for the boatman on her final cruise.
Then you click it off and let her rest;
her silent heart tells t
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal WindListen To The Whisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
Ch5: Our inner strugglesWARNING: YAOI (boyxboy love)Ch5: Our inner struggles5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What Happens in the Library?
Chapter five: Our inner struggles
Jaidyn walked silently through the library, humming a soft slow tune as he strolled down the aisle. The warm musty smell of the books invited him in and made him feel as if he was in a fairy tale. He felt like he could walk these bookshelves forever without a care in the world. He ran his finger tips over the worn spines of the books as he walked at a slow pace. There was no need to rush. He gazed longingly at the faded titles, childishly wishing that he could just disappear into one of them. He let out a heavy breath as his eyes closed. He could feel the warm sun light beating down on him from the high windows. His shoulders loosened up and he pressed himself up against the book shelf and melted onto it, even the books were warm from the sunshine. It was Saturday and just yesterday the chaos that had been inventory week had ended. So now he could enjoy the solitude of th
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.
A legrovidebb esetA legrövidebb esetA legrovidebb eset2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Barátnőm, Saci sokszor segített az embereken, ha azok megkérték, és többnyire nem várt cserébe semmit. Azt szokta mondani, hogy „ha az ember nem tudja használni a józan eszét, kölcsönkérheti az enyémet”. És tulajdonképpen ezt is tette: gondolkozott az emberek helyett, sokszor csak a maga szórakozására. Saci ugyanis rémesen unatkozott.
Valójában semmi nem érdekelte, ami felvillanyozta a kortársait. Persze, ha elrángattam, eljött néha bulizni vagy moziba, és bár nem mondta, tudtam, hogy rendszeres látogatója a környék három nagyobb és legalább nyolc kisebb kocsmájának, és talán élvezte is egy kicsit, de nem tudta lelkesíteni. Az embereket hidegen vizsgálta, olyan arckifejezéssel, amiről soha nem tudtam eldönteni, hogy számítás vagy unalom. Nem vettem észre, hogy valaha is érdeklődött volna a fiúk (vagy akár a lányok) iránt - Marosi kivételével persze, de ő egy teljesen más eset. A romantikától pedig egyenesen undorodott.
Kivéve attól a r
How They Flutter ByElusive quarry indeed.How They Flutter By5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright-faced youths may scamper
Through sunlit meadows full of fluttering
And yet, at end of day, return tired
But eager to try again, as children are.
What of those too old, or too slow?
They'll run too, or perhaps just watch.
The glittering prize, promised
And so often savoured in anticipation
Proves always out of reach.
Easy, after a while, to stop and rest.
To forget those dappled hues and their dancing flight.
Retire, and pretend they never were.
Seek solace in other, greyer things.
Or remain forever haunted.
Gazing, maybe, at those more fortunate.
And in envy
Or in memory of sunny days long past
Their collections might sparkle yet.
Cold stillness belies their fate, in truth.
Dreams, pinned under glass.
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.Find The Dream3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
Dear Society (skit)You can't reduce me to a chemical -Dear Society (skit)2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
go ahead and call me radical,
labels don't matter anymore:
each whore's a saint and each saint's a whore.
My heart is a wasteland with a "No Trespassing" sign
and juiced-up wire on the perimeter line
charged with the memory of a narcissist,
her face buried 'neath my clenched fist -
burnt by a monster, it's hard to play with matches,
but no matter the shit you throw, Death always catches
me and you, the whole fuckin' crew,
and I'm Death's little sister, I'll run you through.
You call me sick - I'm sick of social constructs:
I want facts, not aliens and big trucks,
you say a moral decline's sweeping the nation -
I say the only decline's in education
and if you'd wanna earn my appreciation -
which you don't, but whatever - you'd keep in mind the grammar:
I use "big" words not because I think I'm better,
but I at least don't drink Kool-Aid from the crapper.
You might have the money and temporal power
but the harder you muffle me I just get louder -
A HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAYIf There's Someone You Love, Someone You've WrongedA HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And You Don't Know What To Say -
Don't Shrug Your Shoulders, Giving Up Hope
Leaving It For Another Day
For Life's Wake Is Short, Don't You Know
There May Be No Words To Hear -
As You Place The Flowers, Shed Your Tears
Upon The Earth Holding Someone So Dear
Your Mind In A Daze, Emotions On Fire
Wishing You Could Turn Back Time -
As You Gaze Upon A Loved Ones Grave
Memories Of When Everything Was Fine
If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
Don't Leave It For Another Day -
With Love In Your Heart, Hug Them Close
It's All The Words You'll Need To Say
ScarsThe mind forgetsScars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
The wishes that chance
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember
Corroded BreedMost people die when they cease to live.Corroded Breed2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
But what about those who never lived?
If I went out and started living, I'd end up in a straightjacket or a prison cell.
Being dead is just self-defense. So is that bottle under my bed.
And so is my writing. You call it talent. I call it a surrogate.
Don't you wish you could just tear your heart out and eat it,
fiber by contractile fiber,
savoring the taste of the maddening emotions,
maybe even finally understanding them?
Maybe deciphering the secret of what makes you unique...
Everyone claims to be unique, but the ones who really are know -
it's not all that glamorous as it's cracked up to be.
Constant pain is no fun.
Nor is constantly questioning and second-guessing people who'd give everything for you.
Because they might be lying. After all, you've been lied to a lot.
But I guess that's expected when your very core contradicts everyone's tacit assumption of humanity.
Fuck humanity. Fuck their high-and-mighty attitude towards us. Their entire
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)***Hello again, many people remember that read my work titled “Much Love”, that at MWFF 2014, I went to a panel where I discovered more about myself.I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That same night, mere hours after I got home, I had a dream about “Axel”.
This was the dream I had about myself and discovering Axel, my fursona.
I hope you enjoy.
“I am Axel”
Where am I?
Could it be...sobbing?
Forward I go,
Deeper into the darkness,
Further and further within myself,
Until I come face-to-face
With the source of the sobbing.
Its dimly lit,
But I can see myself.
I am sitting on a wooden chair,
Carved into it are the words I used to think of myself:
Dumb, useless, clumsy, walked-on, clipped, hurt...
My hands over my eyes,
the sobs swell.
That was me.
The me they’ve hurt.
The me they’ve tortured with taunts.
The me they’ve ignored.
Everyone Can Be BrokenHow completely your life can changeEveryone Can Be Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until who you were seems like a story -
Some twistedly unhappy fairytale.
There are truly good people in the world
But it's my belief that everyone can be broken
And the sickness in me wants to prove it -
Leave no one unscarred
Perhaps people so rarely ask for help because they forget they need it.
You've been in this room a hundred times
But do you know how many bars there are on the windows?
How many times have you cried
With no one watching?
About as many times as you've stared at your palm
And wondered if your future is really written on it.