Four Seasons of Death: Autumn A sudden burst of cold autumn rain overwhelms him as he's walking down the street. It chills him to the bone and makes his body trembling pray for mercy, but he doesn't feel the freezing kisses of rainwater, not even the slightest chill down his spine.Four Seasons of Death: Autumn3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knows his body desperately begs him to turn around and run home, but he mechanically walks further. An obstinate will keeps him walking even though he is soaking wet.
The faint glow from the streetlights makes the wet asphalt sparkle like the skin of a grey snake, slithering through a labyrinth of silent concrete giants with thousands of blind eyes.
He's walking almost alone, only the rain is keeping him company while the city sleeps. A thorn of sadness stabs his heart as he realizes that he could never have fit in this world. He's like the one jigsaw you don't know where to put in an almost complete puzzle, a black stain on a white suite, the darkness that devast
doubly romanticBallad of the Loversdoubly romantic7 months 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
5 random poemsDaydream5 random poems8 months 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.
majdnem tizennyolcElőttem az Élet: az arcomba bámul,majdnem tizennyolc1 year 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,
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears2 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
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 Dream2 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
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love2 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
ScarsThe mind forgetsScars2 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
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD2 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
How They Flutter ByElusive quarry indeed.How They Flutter By4 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.
Everyone Can Be BrokenHow completely your life can changeEveryone Can Be Broken2 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.
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal WindListen To The Whisper2 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
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW2 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 eset1 year 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
BraidsWearing your smoke ring necklaces,Braids2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
coughing up weaker lungs and
this is how you left me, tied willingly
I keep burning your affections
at the tip of my fingers
but inhaling them again, waiting,
as if you gave me some hope
you'd be back.
She'll never understand it;
the aggravated scrape down her back,
the silence of your sex poems,
the infuriating indecisiveness of what you say
vs what you wanted to say.
You don't write me anymore,
and I suspect you've left all the ink in her bedroom,
trickling down the walls
and soaked up by her floral, feminine sheets.
I still stay up,
thinking that if I don't, you'd try to say something
and I'd miss it.
I take the lessons you implanted under my skin
and now I'm reading between the lines
so much that I missed the point where you decided
I wasn't worth it.
I can't go back to places you touched,
can't feel my heart when it stopped being yours,
and you're pushing, just pushing, pushing me away,
pulling, pulling her under you
Ch5: Our inner strugglesWARNING: YAOI (boyxboy love)Ch5: Our inner struggles4 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
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging FireTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B