The Art Of Self Inflicted PainThe Art Of Self Inflicted Pain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's metal against skin,
In skin, in blood, in flesh.
It's pain against pleasure,
It's pain, its satisfaction, its bliss.
It's apathy against emotion,
It's love, its pain, it's numbness inside nothing.
Razor against skin,
In soul, in me.
My thoughts on moderate muslims.Moderate muslims are full of shit. They are because they say that they are against the violence that the Quran preaches. But If they are against the violence in the Quran then that means That they are against their god Allah because the violence in the Quran is the word of their god Allah. So anytime a muslim claims to be against the violence of the Quran they are committing Blasemy of their own religion which is punishable by death in Arab countries.My thoughts on moderate muslims.8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
DragonsDragons.Dragons9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
Champagne in Place of Suicide. Throw me s w e e t b r i a r lovelies,Champagne in Place of Suicide.6 years ago in Other More Like This
and gently lay me down to bed.
Rest your head u p o n my hand,
sip softly at my loving breath.
I'll give you ardour mirrors,
and my own c o m a t o s e love.
We're lost in the fever,
drowning in the smoke.
Taking a will-o'-the-wisp kiss,
and p l a y i n g the cord softly,
DoubtI know that sinking feeling,Doubt3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
as I've been here all before.
I've sat in every empty room,
I've walked this cold, hard floor.
What is it I've forgotten?
I had it moments ago, but where?
I see something in a cracked mirror,
I turn, but nothing's there.
I am drowning in the grey fog,
I find this quite distressing.
I cannot see through confusion's shroud,
that is made from second guessing.
Down this spiral staircase I fall,
there is a black hole at the end.
I'm trapped inside it, my mind in ruins,
I cannot see what I could mend.
At first I was so self assured,
then something snapped and the light went out.
I cannot see anything any more,
my ship is sinking in a sea of doubt.
Self-ImageDo you remember me for who I was?Self-Image2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you forget me for who I am?
I am the devil behind the curtain
and the insect under your heel
People see one or the other
because I give no other choice
Don't pity meDon't pity me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,
Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.
They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.
Don’t pity me.
When you speak to me.
But pity those who can speak but have no voice,
Pity those who have no say, n
Won't you dance with me tonight?If I told you that I loved you,Won't you dance with me tonight?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you turn and walk away?
Or would you love me and be true?
And say the things that I can't say?
If you ever had a question,
That needed an answer true,
Ask it to me, my only love,
I would never lie to you.
If you feel your life is empty,
And your heart has gone amiss,
Let your colourless lips touch mine,
I shall paint them with a kiss.
My heart is burning a deep red,
That fills the blackness of night,
All I want is for you to be near,
Oh, won't you dance with me tonight?
The Children of FortuneThe Murder of CrowsThe Children of Fortune2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gather in their black cowls
to congregate, ready to pick the bones,
in the game of kings and thrones
crowns may topple
and we all are pawns
moved across the board
by hands lingering in the shadows,
abandon hope all ye who enter here,
innocence is the first thing lost
but the rest will be soon to follow.
Virgins not long lasting so
and blushing brides soon are left
in tears of sorrow,
while the blood in rivers freely flow,
the dead forgotten as soon as they fall,
fame comes at the cost of a soul
and yet so cheaply it is bought.
The lines between victims and accomplice
become blurred as gradually one
loses sight of themselves,
thus is the life of the fortunate ones,
the chosen few looking down
from atop the flesh and bone,
the corpses climbed over
to claim their shining prize
others already hunger after.
Day OneI pull the threadbare cotton blanket tighter around my shoulders and watch as the purple sky flushes a virginal pink. The quickening blood in my veins and the violent bumping of my heart against my ribcage is enough to make me pull my hair out with my brittle nails and weak hands. This is my first sunrise. I am fighting a thousand instincts. Goosebumps pop up on the bare skin of my arms.Day One1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you cold?” the Doctor asks, sliding his white coat off his shoulders.
I shake my head as a shiver passes through me. “No.”
He gingerly spreads the coat over me and returns to his seat a few feet to my left. He will be punished severely if anyone finds out that he’s brought me here. The coat doesn’t offer much in the way of extra warmth, but it does let me catch his scent. Musk, soap, and menthol.
“I want to go inside,” I say, my clumsy fingers trying to unlock the wheels on my chair but I can’t seem to reach them.
He sighs and looks out
The Adventurer's LamentGive all my love to ages past,The Adventurer's Lament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To times of wealth and wonder;
To adventurers, to lands unmapped,
To pirate's loot and plunder.
Tell history to wait for me,
Though I am far and gone
There's one path left for me to take
Before my journey's done.
I sailed these skies once like a king,
In search of gold and glory,
My body strong, mind clear and sharp,
Pursuing airship quarry.
Alone, I flew the seven seas,
And countless distant lands;
Mount Kailash and the Himalays,
The cruel Saharan sands.
It was the world of yesteryear,
With mountains white and wide
With deserts shifting, sun ablaze
Which beat my weathered hide;
With ruins swallowed up by sand
And skies of high azure,
With tribes unknown and jungles deep,
With monoliths and moors.
Alas, the past's a quiet thing,
She ne'er speaks more than once;
The shining world I once knew
Has vanished into dust.
The clouds, once gold as angel's hair,
Now glower black with coal;
Below, a city indifferent, grim,
In fog as thick as wool.
Demon and the girl 2From the outside, it looked like a small animal was trying to head butt the door open without the benefit of thumbs- inaudibly and slowly. She half expected there to be a trap of some kind waiting for her on the other side- perhaps she would be incinerated to a crisp upon exiting the room. Or perhaps the minute she left was the minute he'd appear, claiming in a horridly triumphant voice that she'd shown her true colours- and he was now going to punish her for trying to escape. Even as these scenarios swirled round in her head, even as she heard a fake demon lord's wicked cackle in her imagination, with his exaggerated clawed hands raised and his body surrounded by fire, the girl's pelvis ached from her need to urinate.Demon and the girl 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"U-um, hello?" the girl called out to the air, thinking that perhaps the demon lord could hear everything, like an omnipotent power. But she received no response. "M-my Lord?" she called again, waiting a few moments before fretting. "I'm sorry-!" she whispered int
You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the crew raided the blood depository first - no self-respecting vampires would let all that tasty blood get ruined. It's good we arrived in time, while there's still electricity. Not even the clan leaders knew why only facilities such as these had electricity and working technology - or if they did, they surely did not bother telling Rob.
NectarinesI said I preferred peaches,Nectarines7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you wanted a nectarine.
So we brought it back
and you portioned it out
and I found it wasn't better
only different. You went back
to your city, and I held the taste
in my mouth for days.
Curl the knife around the pit;
gently twist the halves apart.
Admire the honey-golden forms
and the rich-veined flesh.
So what did I buy at the grocer's
on St. Benedict's Street? Not
peaches, but smooth nectarines.
It is different in this country,
where pleasures have become
These days I cannot taste
except in memory.
BreakSoEasyGreed is such a painful diseaseBreakSoEasy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black and coiled and hungry
And as hard as you cling
Tugging in desperately
The rot just eats everything away
Much faster than you can fill it in
What happens when you're the one
Whose eyes just can't be opened
Or as far as you climb
You only fall faster and harder
There's no ground to be gained
When you sink your claws into dust
You're just a snack for the shadows
And in the end, food for the ground
One in a million is still part of the mass
And how do you break away from that
You'll never have wings to help
And you hit the earth and shatter
Hollow things break so easily
And nothing hollows like greed
Reaching it's filth into every corner
And delighting as the insides dissolve
And the more you fill it in
The more you're fueling your hunger
InsanityInsanityInsanity10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am plagued with a madness
Anger turns to pain
I am filled with a sadness
I cannot tame
My brain has gone dumb
Darkness has engulfed me
My senses have gone numb
Runs through these veins
Stuck in this profanity
Trapped in these chains
Porcelain GirlPorcelain Girl10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alone and trapped
In a rusted world
She sits and waits
This porcelain girl
They tiptoe around her
Afraid she might break
Knowing full well
That her life's at stake
They find out her secret
And throw her in a room
So white and padded
To escape her gloom
She still remains silent
A twisted smile on her face
She's been here before,
She remembers this place
Left with only her thoughts
She just sits there and rocks
A broken porcelain girl
In her nice, padded box
yours and minemy handsyours and mine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left to die.
your life now extinct
gone is your last breath.
:The only light in his darkness:I died for the first time:The only light in his darkness:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the night of my twenty-first birthday.
After that thing inside me made me watch
My Uncle Paulie and that bastard Eddie Shorte
I killed myself with the same gun
They used on you.
The one that took away my only light.
We grew up together.
Met after I was brought to the orphanage.
You were the only light in my life then,
Your still the only light now.
I promised you when I left
I would never forget you.
I'll keep to that promise now.
Its the least I can do for not saving you.
We had our whole life ahead of us.
I never thought you would be taken from me.
I regret leaving your side,
Not saying I love you when I had the chance.
I'll never move on.
No, you were the only one for me then,
Only one for me now.
No one can heal the hole in my heart.
I'll bring you back.
I'll be with you again.
Sitting on the park bench
As I lay my head on your lap.
To you, I promise this.
For the only light in my darkness.
I'll keep living.
On bringing you back.
Freedom vs. PeaceFreedom vs. Peace4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am breathing in the fresh afternoon breeze. My eyes are trailing along the gentle rays of liquid sunlight that are seeping through the clouds and soaking in my pores. Above us, the feathery wildflowers are blowing in the wind, sending flashes of white and pink and orange to dance and swirl around my eyes. Here, everything is beautiful, everything flows. Everywhere is peace.
I run my fingers through your hair and feel my skin coming alive under your hands. Your smell is sweet and the humming sounds that emerge from your throat linger on my neck, making me want to stay here forever. But I know I cannot do that.
My wings are fixed permanently into my soul. If I try to hide here any longer, I will erode my heart by staying still and break my spirit until I am nothing more than a miserable, empty carcass wasting away under your kisses and your touch. Your kind words will sound like insults and our lovely home be prison bars. And I will have no one to blame but myself for not saving my sou
~Loving a Monster Like You~~Loving a Monster Like You~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a place deep inside all of us that is dark and cold. Nothing lives there and nothing comes out of there that is left to rot in the insides of our muggy and hateful souls. It is lost to most of us because it is a place that only the most tortured and ugly of us all can get to. Sometimes we can catch a glimpse of it when we are at our most low and lost. Then there are those that live there and see out into the world with frosty icy eyes. Eyes that are evil, uncaring, and dead. Eyes that are indifferent to the kindness that this world can offer. With their eyes they can only see the most dreadful evils of our world. They can look beyond pure masks and see into the very essence of our souls, yet they are blind to their own. These people, these lost and angry people live inside the core of their own dark twisted selves and seek only to crush the light out of everyone else's eyes. They are blind to kindness and love. Oh love, they know nothing of it, yet even they unconsciously
My Dark MindMy Dark mind soaked in ashesMy Dark Mind3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And it can't fill these blank dashes
My Dark mind Whispers me fear
Telling me it's ok, Don't panic dear
I will write a painful tragic
Making the humanity miseries,
Looking like an old school classic
So relax and don't panic
My Dark mind Whispers me
That all the vibes are dead
It's a lost quest as you go ahead
There won't be any peace as you lay in bed
My mind whispers me fear
My words are on the right
My words are on the left
I'm the one who won the fight
I'm the one who sent the hope out of sight
My dark mind whispers me not to fail
And skip no detail
Even though the lines are getting pale
Even though hope crawls slower than a snail
But this free will was never meant to jail