PainPainPain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This Pain Is Not New
I've Been Here Before
With The Same Old Desire
To Bring My Insides Out
There's No Relief
Nothing To Take This Pain Away
All Alone In The Dark
Would You Take A Look Inside Me And Fix Me ?
Would You Make Right What's Wrong ?
Would You Help Me ?
This Pain It's Not New
And It Never Stops
F # MinusOh Mother !F # Minus2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I'll be with you today
and I'll be your child again, Mother
To gently fall asleep
as you tell me
an old story
of a better world
of a fair world
say goodbye to all my friends
I never had too many
I'll feel better
and I'll be better
And for once I will be free !
So far away
so far, far away...
words on a napkin III.at my curb again.words on a napkin III.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's new years tonight.
drunken shouts from
the pub across the street...
"5..4..3..2..1! Happy New Year!"
it's just another
at the strike of 12.
i kiss the cold air.
and say cheers
to the new year
i raise my jack daniels
to the air.
there is no
will life always be this way?
Abdication.Written in conclusionAbdication.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sever the cause and effect
in celestial beginnings
to whisper the only secrets i know
i dissapear quietly
through the dilution of color
resistant to blindness
i feel through the feeling in the dark
a distortion of thought
the perception of healing dysfunction.
Ridiculum Vitae Ridiculum VitaeRidiculum Vitae2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Pedro Silva was born behind the counter of a low-life BAR
Exactly between whisky bottles and a .38 caliber pistol
(maybe this explains much of his future life)
Abducted at childhood and raised by wolves
Later on, he joins a Gypsies Caravan
From whom he learns NO magic or else
On a Saint John's night
The eldest gypsy woman
Predicts to him that ART it's his future
He being so STUPID
Believes her and leaves the caravan
In order to try to make a living out of his horrible paintings
That night the Gypsies left and NEVER returned
Alone, abandoned and moneyless
Wanders through the streets of GUADALAJARA
But always faithful to MEXICAN soap-opera tradition;
He finds his real parents!!!
Whom rather to go and live with the WOLVES
His bad luck it's such
That the only POSITIVE thing on his life
Are his AIDS test results
And even this turns to be FALSE
His birth date remains unknown
But his BELT size suggest
It was before low-fat food was invented
To this day he continues hi
NaiveteSometimes, as I sit and bask beneath the warmth of the majestic sun and rest against the cool wood a large tree, I begin to ponder about life and the environment I am immersed in.Naivete1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The world around me is complicated, yet somehow the daily life seems so simple... Everything is busy.
Busy and bustling and fast paced.
People don't care about one another anymore. All it is about is money and instant Gratification.
What has happened to the world?
Through the emergence and massive growth of technology mixed in with an economy that is somehow still dwindling, people of our society have become detached from proper morality and spirituality. Not to say that everyone is like this, just the majority (a heartfelt apology to those who do not apply).
Adults are less responsive to the emotional needs of the people around them, especially their children. When a child throws a tantrum, a parent can easily just buy that child a toy or maybe some candy to appease them. As if money will solve all their pro
Every MorningThe light of the day passes by my frozen windowEvery Morning1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The fumes of my sighs enwrap the cold morning dew
The nocturnal gaunts shall cease their arcane hymns in a few
Alas! The tales are told and my beloved night is almost through.
27 Oct, 2012
AwakeevolvingAwake1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at speeds unexpected
our hero has
moved into the spot
undetected by the majority
our one man minority with exploratory ideas
has no fears
that he has chosen the right direction
introspection has been his path for years
but he has arisen to see new stars
and steers his bodymind vehicle
towards new horizons
no longer just a closed eye looking within
but two open arms and three open eyes
taking the love of the world in any guise
exposing untruth hypocrisy lies and
manipulations that for too long have been disguised
this manifest being has finally arrived
beyond stations to emerge
through the magic of images and words
into new worlds of positivity
he says thank you
to the teachers
lords angels and guides
to all beings
hoping their lives
The Man of MothsThe Man of Moths1 year ago in Settings More Like This
You may laugh, but not for long.
"A man of moths?" You mock, you do not realise the danger you are in. "What's he going to do to me? Slightly irritate me by flying too close?"
How naive you are.
Soon you will realise the true meaning of fear, what it is like to lose all hope.
You've heard the stories, or 'stupid myths' as you've called them, about the Man of Moths. They tell a tale of a good man corrupted. How he fled to hide his face from the world before catching a deadly disease and comes close to dying and begs for his life. Then, the sorceress appeared. She granted him eternal life on one condition; he must face his worst fear.
Now, you may believe that the fear of moths is ridiculous but for this unnamed man they are the bane of his life. But, to preserve his life he agrees, he now has a thirst for revenge.
A year later, a mysterious man appears in a small village at the bottom of the valleys; this quaint village was the hometown of the unnamed man. He inflicts revenge on all
The OfferingThe line is long. StretchingThe Offering1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
From castle to
The Thing is a secret
The Thing has no name
They wait to gift
This nameless face
With a trinket.
But not a trinket
A young animal, clutched,
Their struggles do not
Go unnoticed, but rather
They come as gifts
Gifts of protection, they mean
Not much is known
About this country
But the wisdom isn't wanted.
ProlougeProlouge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm gasping for breath. My face is in the gravel, my eyes and mouth and nose full of grit. My gray eyes are filled with fear and agony. I draw in another jagged breath, pain ripping through my throat. I am covered in wounds. I am bloody. I am hurt, inside and out. What hurts most is my back, near my shoulder blades. Where my wings used to be. My glorious black wings. Every feather was always kept polished and clean, an example of perfection. My perfection. I was perfect. That's why they got rid of me. Tied me down, kicked me, hit me.
Angels? Feh, they were embodiments of the devil himself. But wasn't that what they called me? An embodiment of sins, a spawn of the devil. And for what? For what?! Because they were jealous.
Chamber of SufficationDay and night she pacesChamber of Suffication6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her checkerboard floor
Staring at the empty walls
And tightly locked doors
Wating to be rescued
From her Chamber of Suffication
Being sick of lonliness
Leads to self defecation
From vain intentions
Taking wooden boards
From off the entrance
Shine through the window
And flowers blow
Realizing her knight in shining armor
Was a lie
Escaping out the window
No more time to sigh
The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.10Through a GlassThe Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.10Through a Glass1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 10--Through a Glass Brightly
Kes fidgeted with her hair and robe, impatiently watching as Ellery slowly sampled her lemonade. She would have shuffled her feet if it hadn't been for the heavy police dog still lounging on them. Sighing heavily, she ran her clawed fingers through her hair for what seemed like a millionth time and scowled. Just because this homely cur worked as a town constable didn't give it the right to use her feet as its personal pillow. Hell, by the time tomorrow rolled around, she'd be lucky if she had any working feet left!
Bristling irritably, she turned to address Megaera on the matter only to find the space between them now occupied by a total stranger. The person squeezed into that small cramped space was a youth of maybe eleven or thirteen. He had short blonde hair and a faint sprinkling of freckles scattered across his pale face. His choice of garb was rather strange, even though t
With Breezes of Grey (Pt. 1)With Breezes of Grey (Pt. 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A simple blue sky. Not a cloud to be seen, merely me and the sky... so deep, I could fall into it and it would blanket me with clear waters.
I hear a slight rustling next to me. Following instinct, I jump up and listen, only to see Desmond snoring next to me. I realize what was going on; we had been in the middle of the forest all night. I grab a pen and write him a short note, skipping off into the deep brush surrounding our clearing.
My name is...not important. Neither my age, or my looks. But if I must, I'll tell. My hair is a dark crimson (rusty, my mother used to call it), and my skin is far too pale. My name is Arine, and I'm just one girl.
I always thought of myself as an average child, with the usual problems and usual thinking. But it turns out that simplicity was something hard to come by in our family. My grandfather built spaceship engines, my mother's a renowned writer. So, I guess I'm not that normal either.
But then again, nothing is normal after these past ev
Back to black bonesCome on,Back to black bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's dredge out the tar from my lungs,
Drop my pink and perfect babies into shark jaws
I wish I could learn better,
Even the hard way is not nearly hard enough,
I just had to buy a business in
Laundering old ghosts.
"Look how white they come out,
As white as summer cloud!"
I wish father taught me how to solve
I wish I could:Take you off like aI wish I could:3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Jacket: turn you inside out
And throw you away.
El cielo de pappaIt's written in a farEl cielo de pappa3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the floors
Of rolling oceans.
Is a sea-garden
Is lost on the afternoon
A calone mist
Always be too late,
IvyA tangle of tree-lace:Ivy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the canopy is a peacock-fusion
above acid flowers,
bent on themselves:
slink off their god-glues.
rains cinematic flicker:
around the type of time
that cannot be measured by watches
as the shrunken head
you hold by the hairs.
That kind of atrophy
When petals fallI cannot go to bedWhen petals fall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this forever-sad note,
It spills from a blue waterfall
I’ve felt before birth.
I want to write it out
Until the emptiness
Fills me completely.
I want to fight
In the nightmares
That are coming
For me tonight.
But I know,
The only thing
My black and blue
Is the illusion
That belongs to
And the sunlight shone through usSlide the window open,And the sunlight shone through us1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the humidity roll in.
The skies are heavy,
They are full hands,
But ready to spill,
Spill out –
And I’m ready to walk
Out of here and get
I stroke my heart,
Try to settle my
“Let’s do this.
It’s all I have.”
Evil thingsSo beautifulEvil things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Petals forced away from themselves,
I managed to look at the right moment
When those pink tear drops circled
Around in the wind.
The sky is a warm grey,
This storm is lovely.
Down comes the rain,
The smell of wet asphalt reaches me,
The smell of trees
Glistening with rain,
The sound of water and wind and
The dry soil
The people are running to their homes,
Annoyed and disgusted,
But I am watching
From the comfort of my bedroom window,
Cosy and dry,
Wearing an evil smile.
The goodnight gardenI'm surroundedThe goodnight garden1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Had I forgotten it was spring?
Have I encountered my own glistening
Sweeping hypnopompic mirrors,
I'm confused as confetti.
I echo through kaleidoscopes,
Enter diptychs, triptychs, photo frames,
I cannot escape.
I curl a fist that rape-kisses the glass,
It doesn't make a sound,
No-one breaks the emergency glass for me,
No-one hears a falling tree from their city apartments.
God tells me I'm close,
I taste him on my bitten tongue,
The surgeon tells me they cannot operate,
"Just fall like the petals do,
Just fall" they tell me.
PaperchainsI recognise the core,Paperchains2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Floating beneath the everchanging surface,
The different dream dialects shifting into
Pseudo-nostalgic alphabet soups,
Spelling out anagrams that are moved by
Ouija magic plucked from light ether:
Oh these messages from ice-blue ghosts.
It's always there,
At the back of your mind,
The map of destiny,
We know how it will end up
But we pat it down,
Pat it down,
Pat the motherfucking daisies down,
Push them back into their seeds!
We let those wonderland dreams
Flitter on the backs of hummingbird wings,
Let the mysteries stay for a while
Until we can use more than 10% of our brains,
Until Darwin has resurrected,
Until religion kills our bodies and souls,
Until all the flowers are demoted from their duty
As gramophones or conduit-televisions for God's