How to be a MotherNo one ever sang me, little girl songs.How to be a Mother3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So excuse me baby, if I get the words wrong.
No one ever took the time, to braid my hair.
So I might not know how, but I'm getting there.
I didn't have anyone, to teach me to cook.
But I promise that YOU, won't have to learn from a book.
The love I feel for you, is like that for no other.
Because you're the one who's taught me,
how to be a Mother.
Letter to my SoulLetter To My Soul:Letter to my Soul3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In the years ahead, you'll come to knowledge and insight that cannot be conveyed in words. I could tell you what you'll experience and see and feel. But I'd never be able to make you understand, not really. There are so many things, my younger soul, which you just cannot get from a book or a story; no matter how smart you are or how much you wish it were so. So instead of simple advice, I'll offer you something far more valuablehope!
Although you will experience pain, you will also experience healing. For in that process you grow. Although you will know sadness, there will also be great joy. Don't dwell too much on either one, but instead seek the steady embrace of contentment. It's here that we find our greatest peace. In your darkest moments of rage, hold on to that noble part of you called forgiveness, for that is life and anger--death.
Many of your disappointments in the years to come will actually be blessings in disguise, as they will clear the path for b
Dawn's First LightDawn's First Light4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Always in my Heart
My soul breaks with tenderness
Must I rise this day?
Our love unbinds me
As I leave a trail of tears
To die each day anew.
The Theory Of Equal TradeI have always wondered what it would be like to see a shooting starThe Theory Of Equal Trade4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I could then wish upon that star
I ask myself what I'd wish for ;
Relinquish the sorrow that I carry in me to the abyss.
Fling those who harmed me most into ruin.
Return she who I loved so dearly from the dead.
Grant the world the peace it longs for and hear the songs of praise.
Lay waste to all I never possesed or take it for my own.
Succumb to immortality and at the end of the rule of man fall into eternal slumber.
Feed the world so there'll be no hunger ever again.
It all seems so nice and so grand
But for each of these wishes one shall repent
Equal trade is no mere myth ,no lie ;
Relinquishing my sorrow will only have me lose what makes me , me.
Ruining those who harmed me most to turn out no better than them.
Bring her back from the dead and she'l
So ..::not::.. Over itI want to be the beat to your walk,So ..::not::.. Over it4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snap in your fingers,
And the sparkle in your eye,
Everything that makes you, who you are,
But that wont ever happen again.
Now let's look back at things for a moment,
Let us remind ourselves who said I love you and promised forever,
who promised always.
These things I haven't forgotten,
Because you carved them into my heart like stone so I could never forget,
But now you take it all back,
And I can't pave over these scars.
I will see you.
You will have this smile like the stars,
With a heart like thunder,
Words like rain,
A laugh like lightning,
Shocking me into reality.
This was the storm I was trapped in,
And your warmth imitated the sun.
So tilt your head back one more time,
Snap and point in my direction and do that classic
You've been practicing.
It's almost perfect now,
But what do you do when she frowns and looks away?
Or none taken?
Cause next time she'll flash her perfect smile,
Goodnight Demon SlayerThere's a monster beneath my bed. There's one in the closet as well. Every night they come out to scare me. Every night it's a different monster. They don't know. They don't know that I am The Slayer. The monsters that come to my room are not an accident. I lure them in with my sweet innocent behavior. They hide behind my door and under my bed until the night is deep and dark. This is when they strike, but I know them far too well. My blade is quicker, my eyes better adjusted; keener is my gaze as the howl of the demons I slay pierces the night. The deep purple blood drips from the wound, down my arm and I smirk a wicked smirk that has no pity. I hear my mother say, "Good night demon slayer. Goodnight."Goodnight Demon Slayer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
IntoleranceThe world claims we are intolerant.Intolerance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That we are weak fools.
Claiming our beliefs are lies
While they worship false knowledge and sparsely dressed idols.
They persecute us and slander our names
While they roll in their adulteries and drink the blood of the saints.
They feed off lies and hide in the shadows,
Persecuting us for following the light.
We put up our crosses and hang our signs
While they scream at us to take it down,
Claiming it is offensive.
But when they hang up images of naked idols and scream profanities and practice their dark arts,
And we ask them to take it down, saying it is offensive,
They merely laugh
And wave us away.
They allow the practice of witchcraft
The screaming of profanities
Encourage evil deeds
Lust for blood spill
Spread deception and harmful rumors
And promote acts of impurity.
Yet they refuse to allow Scripture and the church.
They make it illegal to teach the Word to those who need it most
And punish those who try or even mention its name,
To Dance With AngelsTo Dance With Angels4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Above is heaven,
With silver waves
Of argent splendor.
Birds are keepers
To its expanse;
Albatross in flight,
As sailor's guide.
Doves in grace,
Spread yon peace.
Eagles soar higher,
To grasp eternity.
I desire accord
With these masters
Of sky's majesty;
God so good,
My greatest desire,
Is to dance
With the angels.
The Vampires' PrayerDear Heavenly Father,The Vampires' Prayer1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
My hands have been lazy, my tongue has fouled many hearts and minds, my eyes have given into fleshly desires, my lips have touched sacred essences that were never meant to be mine, and my teeth have torn greedily into gifts that I have taken for granted. I thank you for your incomparable mercy and understanding, and beg for you, my Father, to wash me clean of my sins and debts with your own flesh and blood of your one and only son Jesus Christ, and to fill me with the Holy Spirit so as to be guided in your amazing plans.
I know now that you understand the pains, you know there will truly be no rest for us and the wicked until the day we are to go back to the realms we came from.
Father, I reside in the dark...and your light is shining within me. I am a misfit among the wicked...a hybrid...a gentle monster...and it's you who has claimed me as your own. Through you, I can be free to be who I am, what I am, with no regrets or
A journey to the LordTiptoeing discreetly through theA journey to the Lord2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
mazes of my mind, to find the
one that once was I.
Through the catacombs of my past,
to the confusion that is my
present, on a journey towards my
future that alludes me every step
of the way.
Pleadingly I wept for the answers
unknown, to find my self in the
grip of the all mighty Lord
Caring and softly He whispered
what no flesh would know. He
Peered into my heart and
soothed every restless beat
one by one.
Love He said, love will conquer
all. His indescribability leaves
me gobsmacked every waking second
of the day.
The fact of His incomprehensible
love towards me, is the beauty
with which I see the world
day by day.
Whiskey'n'Lollipops PoemEditEvery day, when theWhiskey'n'Lollipops PoemEdit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ticking clock-hands brush
a cool plastic rim to her lips
and pulls fire down her throat.
With insides tingling, she lets
the amber stream keep flowing.
and shes crying now
dreaming of unicorns
and rainbow smiles in the sky.
she longs for those
childhood days, and childhood dreams
(sticky fingers, kissed-better boo-boos).
She wants to believe once more
in shimmering magic, and goodness.
She wants to squish paint in her
tiny, trembling fingers running through
Sweaty, drunken fingers dragging
(Wake up!) (Wake up!) (Wake up!)
a sweaty, drunken body
up a ladder,
to the sky.
IcarusIcarusIcarus8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dreamer who dreamed too high.
A myth to subdue glory-seeking youth.
It's the tale of a foolish boy who dared to try to reach the sun,
But the heat was too great,
and his make-shift wings melted,
Dooming him to the frothing waves below.
But is that really the truth?
Maybe it's not a cautionary tale,
But one of hope-
Of hope for all dreamers to come.
He didn't fail to touch the sun,
Rather he touched the greatest glory.
He soared past the bewildered birds,
On past the highest mountains,
On past cold reality
And cruel calculation
And upon finding this nova of truest truths and most joyful joys,
He broke free from his mortal shell,
Leaving his story for future dreamers to tell.
GlimmerGlimmer4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He held her like a seashell, and listened to her heart.
And heard her dreams, like fading echoes, softly fall apart.
He whispered to her gently, and sang a soothing song.
Entwined her soul into his own, and carried it along.
He held her like a seashell, and listened to her heart.
And kissed her for eternity--nevermore apart.
Arcana DreamsThree bladesArcana Dreams3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a vessel of love
Sailed the ocean of my dreams
Whilst man and woman
Naked and beautiful
Shared passionate embrace.
A man blessed with youth
But not of riches
Drank from the cup
As the Reaper
Warden of demise
Watched in wait.
These I have seen
They haunt my sleep
My mind craves clarity
As it cries in agony.
In RuinsI am in ruinsIn Ruins3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For all of time, my soul
While I live, as I breathe
Until I grow so very old
Your presence has transformed
The nature of existence
Altering a dead end path
No trace of fate's resistance
The songs which fill my smiles
The breeze of first caress
Fade for want of you, my dear
Entwined in evening's dress
In ruins for all pleasure,
Obsessions, and for care
Eyes cannot enchant my heart
All smiles now beware
The sunset lacks in luster
It cries out to the black
A trailing of the precious light
And presence that I lack
No lust sustains to slake
No colors bold as love
I fall, I fail unsatisfied
The world is not enough
I am in ruins
For now and all of time
For what I was and am, my love
and one day leave behind
iLL SerpentiLL Serpent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a man that was supposed to be bound away for centuries,
In a penitentiary for being the illest entity,
They tried to cure my sickness but couldn't find a remedy,
So they tentatively locked me up for spitting chemically,
When I'm near mercury and alcohol it shakes in thermometers,
Breaking barometers and a swag that takes kilometers,
Causing comets to burst and awing the crowd multiple times,
With a mouth full of elements and diabolical rhymes,
A mic full of lines and a head that's multidimensional,
I'm a unconventional lyrical spiritual interval,
The world's fate seemed disastrous when heard in the prophecies,
Extremely calamitous, look in my eye.. illest of serpents talk to me,
I know the one that knew Adam and Eve, and one from Greek Mythology,
They taught me toxicology while I taught them to speak philosophy,
I attack social psychology while I spit ideology,
Ripping anthology modestly developing high technology,
With a technique that's intangible, so watch in awe with Gl
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight into the beaten pink stroller and skips behind it as it rolls across the pavement, dancing in the sun like there is no tomorrow and yesterday is only a dream.paper hearts.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And maybe she's only six years old, but she knows how babies are made. Not the ones you buy in the store, the ones you have to tear out of the cru
Haiku of LossHaiku of LossHaiku of Loss4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out of solitude
A connection shines then fades
This is loneliness
L'automne comme priere.L’automne comme prière.L'automne comme priere.9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pleurent les fleurs, l’été allé.
Me berce l’automne en caresses
Comme en un poème scellé
Qui m’engourdit en son ivresse.
En ses notes et tonalités,
La rose, en ses derniers pétales
Éclaboussant de sa beauté
Le grand carrousel qui s’étale.
L’automne pleure en ses moments,
Feuilles tombées d’un nécromant
En ce lumineux sanctuaire
Dont les couleurs se font suaire.
L’automne meurt en ses couleurs,
La pluie s’écoule en goutte à goutte.
Une princesse en sa douleur
Buvant le poison qu’elle redoute.
Bruine du temps suspendu,
Les feuilles de l’amour qui saigne
En leur transparence rendue
Que les filets fougères peignent
De gouttelettes de cristal
Qui emprisonnent, éphémère
Et flou, chaque moment létal
De l’univers toujours primaire.
Les herbes qui se couvrent d’or,
Verge d’or de calvacador,
Là-haut le ciel tremble et se brouille
De ces étoiles qui le mouillent.
En cet automne de n
EpilepsyInhale.Epilepsy6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Count to ten.
Slow your pulse.
Slow your mind.
-Just in time.
You can feel my anxiety
When you walk through the door.
Air thick as butter,
You find me on the floor.
From my head to my toes.
My heartbeat slows
Pale as death,
I'm coming to.
Counting ceiling tiles -haven't a clue-
Twenty down, ten across
Adorned with roses, garden moss.
My mother's eyes find mine,
But her voice is far away.
I imagine her as a ventriloquist dummy
-deserted by her master's voice.
I'd run to her, if I could
Up and out of this electric prison
-If only my body gave me that choice.
Here comes water,
The ice burns in my throat.
I feel like Helen Keller
Could work her miracles on me.
Somehow, together, we'd beat this disease.
I've got the eyes,
SeasideThe rain's sharp patterSeaside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the glass, as though tiny claws
without were scrabbling for
purchase. The November light
is feeble. It might not survive
much longer in this gloomy
I remember. The waves
lay dormant at the furthest limits
of the ebb. The horizon was hiding
from our sight behind a sopping
curtain of rain. I remember how
we trudged along the tidal margin,
with rubber boots, with yellow oilskin
coats and hats.
I was puny next to his great silent bulk.
"Look sharp!" was all he said,
"Walk fast, before the tide decides
it's time for coming back."
We collected shellfish
that felt stolen from the sea.
Fare Thee WellFare Thee Well4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fare thee well through days of darkness.
Fare thee well in times untold.
Fare thee well with life's uncertainty,
and the sorrows you behold.
Walk ye true on your life's journey.
Walk ye true through pain and tears.
Walk ye true with your most chosen.
Quiet blessings for all your years.
Fare thee well when you're most lost.
Fare thee well when you are home.
Fare thee well in all endeavors,
for you never walk alone.
Silent prayers your way are given.
Silent prayers for safe returns.
Silent prayers now are delivered,
that your worries aren't concerns.
May you dwell in days of concord.
May you live in harmony.
May you never know unhappiness
and your heart be always free.
Fare thee well,
my blessed child.
Fare thee well.
Fare thee well.