The Real Cost of HappinessThe Real Cost of Happiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monster bites
on its way down
Clawing at flesh
Struggling for purchase
With traces of blood
The monster is not cruel
Like so many others
A gift he leaves
In the ruins and remains
A smile on the face
And a clot in the heart
MonsterMonster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her face is clean like china
Fair and pale
Stained with the crimson of life
These hands match in kind
Stained and everpresent, reminding
Of the monster inside, responsible
Her death, a brand on this mind
Memories, long buried, rising from the grave
The grin on this face, eternal
NightmaresNightmares2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day is to end,
With the cold night's kiss.
When the colors of the sky begin to blend,
Drifting into slumber restless.
Deep, dark clouds, with a heavy hand intend,
Break this horrid sight restless.
Demons play and devils lie,
Tonight under the void ridden sky.
To plague one's dreams, 'til morning nigh.
The Mechanic PreviewThe Mechanic Preview2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining, hard. But, it wasn't a normal rainstorm, it was something much darker. Some people find it comforting or soothing, but not this, this rain was thick like ink, coating everything and slinking around like oil. It was like tears from the angels themselves. I could feel the cold rush upon my face, the trickles streaming across my cheeks, the pain washing over my senses and every part of my body. The world around me made no sense, it was shrouded in shadow and all consuming darkness. The only light came from the partially functioning stereo mounted in the dash above my head. My ears were filled with ringing, accompanied by static and the incessant tapping of the rain hitting the shattered windshield and the twisted metal that used to be my Camaro. My eyes moved around searching for anything in the sickly green light from the stereo, sitting inches from me I spotted my quarry. I moved my hand for the pack of Marlboros, needles of pain stabbing along my arm, nearly incineratin
JusticeJustice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The simplest of beings
The destoryer of worlds
The bringer of peace
I sewn his mouth shut
So his silver tongue no longer moves
I bound his hands
So they no longer manipulate
I pierced his heart
So it no longer beats
Still he shall lay forever
And Death shall keep, evermore.
The End of MeThe End of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frozen air fills my lungs
It burns, with every struggling breath
My vision blurs to darkness
No tears will be shed
No songs sang
No memorials kept
My third eye weeps
Tears of blood
At this sight
A fate crueler than death
To be forgotten
And not kept
The MaskThe Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A porcelain mask.
Cracked and marred,
Hollow and atrificial.
Occluding the truth beneath.
Terrified of the light.
And resigned to shadow.
DollyDolly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The doll, with dead eyes and an empty heart
Smiling faslely with no soul, or feeling
Casting shifting shadows in the corner
This fucking toy
Dangling by the neck
From a shoe lace noose
TidesTides2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Days are short
Nights are long
Ebs and flows
Ebs and flows
The world is a blur
Months are hours
Minutes are years
Days are long
Nights are short
Ebs and flows
Ebs and flows
Like the seas
AsunderAsunder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shards of glass.
Shattering; on cobblestone streets.
In the cold moonlight.
Brothers to The EndBrothers to The End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No man ever truly stands alone
Next to him, is his brother
Shoulder to shoulder, guarding
From thigh to neck
Shield to shield
Back to back
Standing, stalwart, to the world at large
Never backing down
Never losing focus
Bonded by blood
Brothers to the end
Lost Memories RevisionLost Memories Revision2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The late morning sun sat in the sky, its rays cascading across the skyline; entire facings of building glittering like diamonds, finally reaching through the blinds of one particular office. The room chocked with a thick haze and thin film intrinsic to a heavy smoker. All is silent save for the snores of the man sleeping behind the desk, and empty glass turned on its side before him and a bottle of whiskey sitting patiently beside it. The morning rays slide their way across the debris on his desk, like a cat through a junkyard, resting upon an engraved gold plated name plate. The light reveals the name out of the dank darkness, Dante Batista, and radiates onto the face of the sleeping man.
"God dammit" he groans as he opens his eyes to the bright invading morning. He sits up and yawns and rubs the side of his face which has turned numb from laying on the desk all night. He glances around his office and turns in his chair facing the window, the sun's radiance crashing upon his tired bod
End Of DaysEnd Of Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
End Of Days
The grim smile of time,
With the passing of days,
His hand upon your shoulder,
Through the dead of night,
The cold chill he leaves,
Upon your breast, freezing,
Your heart stops,
During the fleeting night.
You take his cold hand,
Disappear without fright.
Lost SoulLost Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul is adrift on churning seas,
Lost amongst darkness
No bearing to be found
It cries out with incessant pleas
Lost, in stark emptiness
Forgotten and bound
Breaking DawnIf I sit on the brink of destruction, watch this breaking dawn, what does it really mean? I can't see tomorrow, still. It's trailing behind me, I live in the past. Does that make me a ghost?Breaking Dawn2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind is blowing, gently. It's catching my hair, tossing it about. Same to the trees, really. The way they move is calming, even as they creak. I dip my toes in the stream. The water is ice cold, it flows past my toes, over the pebbles, through the sand-ridden silt on the riverbed. It turns to white foam as it dives over rocks, tumbles down the waterfall. Some is turned to spray in the breeze. I wonder if it's a rainbow, to those below?
The sun is peeking over the far hill. It lights the sky in a golden haze, picks up on the dewdrops. The world is sparkling again, like when we were younger. I hope you understand, I have to do this? I have to leave you, despite the pain in your eyes. It's my decision.
I place my hand on the tree next to me, to steady myself. I start to walk forwards. I can feel t
ShadowsShadows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Licking, corners of my mind
Slender claws, black, malicious
Spread across stone
Silence, deafening and consuming
Broken by laughter
Laughter, cruel and dark
Black as the claws themselves
Shadows, in the halls of my consciousness
Of demons, long thought dead
The Life I couldn't saveHere I sit before your grave,The Life I couldn't save2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The love I couldn't save,
At your headstone I lay,
With forgotten words I'd planned to say,
In the basement you were found,
Now buried beneath the ground,
I was the first to see,
The blind eyes that once followed me,
The wound you cut too deep,
I felt the pain and began to weep,
You were on the floor,
The one I love, no more,
You will never know how much I hurt,
As I lay here in the dirt,
I hold onto this pain,
Knowing you've been slain,
I could never make up for the one that I lack,
I know that you can't come back,
Many tears run down my cheek,
As I search for the answers that I seek,
You did what you thought was right,
Now with myself I fight,
What if I was there,
Would you know how much I care,
Could I have stopped you from letting go,
I wish there was a way to know,
You never told me what you felt,
Were you afraid to hit below the belt,
Scared to show the burden you bear,
Worried about what to share,
Instead you took a knife,
And used it to leave this
Therian BluesTherian Blues2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ONE: Rain, Cigarettes, and Work
A tired, starless sky yawns above the tireless city-prefecture known as New Carlton. A large one hundred square kilometer swath of land that comprises one sector on the urban world of Theria. The skyscrapers tower over a glittering landscape as a thick rain falls from the upper atmosphere. A small plot sits wedged between two imposing structures picketed with a line of lamp posts and dotted with benches. Hundreds of people move through the elevated park from building to building on their own paths, their own agendas. The airspace above their heads crowded with traffic.
A man sits alone on a concrete bench bathed in the cool light of the lamp post and the intrusive colors emanating from the holo-boards and building-sized advertisements. He sits in a long trench coat, black as the sky itself. Thin streams from the rain trickle down the creases in the dense material. He smokes a cigarette as he stares at the endless droves of people passing by. His lips clo
Losing EdenI can't feel the center of my chestLosing Eden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when I do it's ringed with frost.
The warning signs were hidden from me,
now I'm afraid the garden of my heart
has wilted and can't be revived.
Am I losing you or drifting
even further from myself?
Can you spare a moment to tell me
before I throw these feelings out?
I showed you all my battle scars
that were like hard earth sown with salt,
and somehow you put life there,
blooming beautiful and proud.
Now it's wilting faster than I thought possible.
I'm doing all I can to save them, but
I can't replace what has been reaped,
or glue petals back on flowers.
And you...you're wandering somewhere between
abandonment and helplessness,
I can't tell, and I've never
felt more hopeless and alone.
I Am Kept Alive By Soulless ThingsI put both of our lives in danger when I came back.I Am Kept Alive By Soulless Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone had to keep the roaches from shitting on your pipe.
It's important to remember that everyone was beautiful once.
You used to let me hold your hair back when your head was in the toilet.
There was vomit in your curls that night and I'm tired of trying to forget.
I look at the scar on my arm and think about when you broke the mirror.
You were out of it when you sliced me open and you couldn't stop laughing.
I was so proud of you for making it through half of an NA meeting.
That was two years ago and I'm still too young to have to deal with this.
My biggest fear was that you would never get old.
Today I found out that the devil isn't real.
I thought I sold my soul so that you could find happiness.
As it turns out, it's the only thing I didn't give up for you.
I had to be the one to find you that night.
Where would I be if you hadn't forced me to watch the entirety of your collapse?
After all, I waited a long time to meet a girl w
All Hallows EveA castle in a thunderstorm,All Hallows Eve2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing all alone,
A putrid smell arises,
Like rotting flesh and bone.
A shattered stone-arched window,
Seen oil-lit through the haze,
A high-peaked crooked tower,
Found through the hallway maze.
A gothic iron doorway,
A pentagon-shaped room,
The flash of bright white lightning,
Illuminates the gloom.
It startles the poor leper-child,
Huddled on the floor,
He's here against his will, of course,
But doesn't know what for.
A demon in a lab coat,
His teeth are bloodstained red,
He's laughing loud and maniacally,
His voice could wake the dead.
Those instruments of nightmares,
Lined up on a shelf,
Smooth and sharp and glistening,
Like buttering up hell.
Each one fully capable,
Of slicing through your skull,
Specialised in drawing out
This solitary cull.
He slowly wanders over,
His gaze fixed on the boy,
Picks up a jagged scalpel,
Let's play with this new toy...
The Gullible GoodI'm so sick of people,The Gullible Good2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mistaking modesty for meekness,
Chivalry for shyness,
Empathy for weakness
I'm so sick of people,
Never knowing who I truly am,
Do they even give a damn?
I wake each morning wan
I'm so sick of people,
Walking through the waking world - so blind,
No time to see my kind,
Stuck inside concrete minds
I'm so sick of people,
Looking right through the gullible good,
As if they ever would,
Comprehend as they should
As if they ever could
PoetryLife in a stanza,Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love in a phrase
Takes some, only moments
Takes others still, days
And anything well
can be turned poetry,
For when lyrics flow well,
They make a Symphony.
And feelings expressed
Are release of built stress
And a break from duress
And your constant distress-
GhostSlipping from my grasp-Ghost2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A ghost once painted so vivid,
Fading memories once held steadfast,
She danced within a time now lost.
Who is she whose face I can no longer see?
Whose fleeting figure I chase in my dreams-
So far is she from me now,
Down a road I cannot follow.