where god is a butcherwhere god is a butcher5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a slaughterhouse
where the hungry men reincarnate
as bulls. a cleaver spattered in red
teases: chase me, chase me now,
caresses a thigh, then thrusts
its tongue like a knife.
he hangs in wet pieces.
the street salivates with rain,
swallows the leaves
that once lined the way.
a boy eyes his flank,
an old man trades silver
for his feet, a girl enters
and passes him by.
if he had lips
or life, he would beg,
daughter, it is i!
but she chews the fat
with the cashier: a new child,
weather, supper plans after
mass for her widowed mother.
she wraps him in the morning
paper, tucks him in her bag.
the butcher tears his apron
as the clouds gnash above.
she rubs salt against his flesh,
kneads wine into his back, stiff
and splayed on a wooden rack.
slipped into warm jaws,
he finally softens:
contented to be
the last meal.
tomorrow, a lamb will be born
HaikuHaiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A broken heart beats
Like an echo of the dead
A memory gone
HaikuLife's a CatalystHaiku10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm a Chameleon
Haiku 1Darkness reigned todayHaiku 17 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Yet the light inside my soul
Will never grow dim
Another HaikuSo beautifulAnother Haiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Yet so hurt
An angelic gaze
With a broken heart
haikui looked at your eyeshaiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and despite my many doubts
i smiled at your hate
with your head down low
you stand on the street corners
and sell your own soul
every day, night
i think of nothing but you
and of your darkness
i became the beast
and did what i never would:
what you did to me
we used to be so...
until you made the choice to...
until you said that...
-Break Down-Take a look beyond my surface,-Break Down-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond my pretty clothes and my done up hair,
Beyond my gleaming eyes and cheerful smile.
Take a look deep inside of me
And tell me what you see.
Do you see a soul slowly turning dark in color?
Dying and decaying, becoming a black void.
Look at my heart,
See how it's barely staying together?
Trace all the cracks that seep to the core.
One more blow and surely it will shatter.
Linger a second inside of me,
Feel the desperation and my all consuming loneliness.
Feel the tension that has built up inside of me,
Everything is waiting for me to break.
Can you see the flickering light?
That is all the hope I have left
That someone will come and save me.
Will you save me?
Will you take the time to look beyond the surface
And notice how I'm slowly disappearing?
Sounds Of Silence - HaikuAshamed of myselfSounds Of Silence - Haiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Punished by sounds of silence
I sit here alone
Baka no HaikuBaka no Haiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Baka no Haiku or The Complete Moron's Guide to Haiku
I have all these . . . thoughts.
Deep thoughts, you know what I mean?
Chicken . . . or the egg . . .
Secrets Are Best Hidden (read description) David liked secrets. Not necessarily gossip, but just things that he wouldn't have known about people or just secrets in general. Any secret did him well; secret passages, secret places in games... you name it, he'll like it. Though, there was one secret that he knew and wanted; a book that his sister kept in her room. He wasn't so sure if it was a diary or something else, but he saw it with her a couple of times. He wanted to sneak into her room and get it, but he was afraid of getting caught and facing such consequences from his sister and parents. He will get the book, eventually.Secrets Are Best Hidden (read description)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His sister had a performance at school and her parents were going to go watch her. However, they gave David a choice of whether or not if he wanted to go.
His mom called from downstairs, "David, are you going to come with us to watch your sister's show?"
He opened his mouth, about to automatically blurt out 'yes', but then he thought, "This would be an exc
Spiritomb ReportSpiritomb (the Forbidden Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Ghost/Dark-type Pokémon found among ancient ruins within the Sinnoh region. Mischievous to the extreme and wicked beyond comprehension, Spiritomb are fascinating creatures that can certainly take a considerable amount of punishment despite the fact they have little in the way of a physical form. They might not be able to do a whole lot of damage or move very fast, but when it comes to taking the brunt of an offensive assault, there are few creatures as resilient and sturdy as these monsters…then again, you’re facing over a hundred opponents at once, so it really isn’t a fair battle to begin with!Spiritomb Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
In most cases, Ghost-type Pokémon are comprised of either individual spirits or small congregations of spirits that are simply fused together. If the legends of the Sinnoh region are to be taken as historical fact, then Spiritomb represent the extreme of this feature in that they are made from the fusio
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
Afraid of Being UglyYou hide your face from othersAfraid of Being Ugly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behind a curtain of hair.
You're afraid they'll call you ugly,
That they'll stare and laugh.
But there's nothing wrong with you,
Nothing at all.
Paper HeartsShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
Death HaikuIt's ironic, cuzDeath Haiku7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Death is living, its alive
In our heart and mind.
Out the windowI look upon an empty road where concrete rollsOut the window6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in dry spools of gray.
Wires criss-cross like spilt vermicelli hung in air.
Cats prowl in narrows, dust rises, and the day
smells like a grave - blank, supine, where one by one
all voices die.
Chorus of RobotsRobots walk amongst usChorus of Robots4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gears as smooth as human joints and sinew
Undetectable and blending nicely
I noticed a few at the market
A pretense of food consumption
They are really only there for the tabloids
I see them on the main street
Wearing T-shirts proclaiming allegiance
To beer or motor oil
Some are "JUICY" or "PINK"
Or "WITH STUPID"
Their affection for other machines
Cars going around and around
and around, fascinate the robot
They have T-shirts for that, too
As we invade country after country
On the pretext of liberation
The robots support the troops
Not to do so is treasonous
That's in the constitution
Along with their right to own RPGs
For deer hunting and self defense
After all, didn't Jesus write the constitution?
Don't Take Me ShoppingGod I hate shopping.Don't Take Me Shopping4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know why?
can't just find a cute shirt,
can't go into your happy stores,
can't wear a pretty dress.
I hate finding something I love,
and hearing my mom say your too fat for that.
I'm not a size,
and I hate myself for it.
So next time think twice,
before you invite me to go Shopping.
Fake GodsThey sit on their padded chairsFake Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Around a large table
Discussing war like they
Were discussing dinner.
Who to send,
Who to draw back,
Who to throw
To the clutches of death.
Let me ask you,
Who died and made them God?
Who gave them the right
To decide who lives and who dies?
No one should have that right.
The True WitchShaking with Rage.The True Witch8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And with Pain.
With Cold and with Fear.
There are no walls here, or they would press in upon this very soul;
Choke it to death.
Here, there is only the soft howling of the wind; a final lullaby
To ears who have had enough of the screaming, and yet still yearn for more.
To look above is to see the evening sky;
Painted the deep vermillion of the spilled blood of the innocents.
To look away would be shameful, a deprivation to the last bit of light;
Darkness will find these eyes soon enough.
The platform creeks under the weight of many a foot;
Some bare, raw and bloody;
Bits of splinters poking in and out of the skin.
Some clad in the old, worn leather of shoes that had survived the flooding;
The gnawing of the rats.
No one is safe.
Those before might sob; but the emotion is too clustered;
Knotted and tangled up to be expressed so plainly.
They fall, the suffering ended all too soon.
The thickness is fitted around a slender neck;
Confusing StarsWe lost our dreams in the stars.Confusing Stars4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Always looking in the wrong direction,
We missed our mark and fell,
Looking for where we lost the connection.
The strings that once held us up,
Have finally been cut.
Left to care for ourselves,
We learn stand up.
Lost to wonder around,
We learn to survive.
Creating real relationships,
We slowly come alive.
Man as SurgeryI'm an appendectomyMan as Surgery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice and flap
like a turned out pocket
kissing the surgeon's lips
I'm a tonsillectomy
high above your wires
a new frequency
of birds crashing
I'm an amputation
nip and tuck
of dangling leg and arm
left for friends
to sever on the street
with white picket teeth
to cloud your face
freckles popping like stars
or morphine clogging my arteries
just bleed out
where you left me
and the wide world waiting
for you to happen.
Oath of a FatherOath of a FatherOath of a Father7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can thou hear the call of Odin?
Whispering valkyries, fallen souls.
Can thou see the hall of heroes?
Thou died without a slight remorse.
Go, my son and take thy seat on Odins side
righteous Einherjer, thou have it truly earnt.
And one day we shall meet again
to raise our horns for heathen pride.
The time to rest has not yet come,
the sword is thirsty, hungering for revenge.
My heart is full of anger, its shaking in condemnation
won't stop poundering till thoure avenged.
Hear the battle cry and the tune of the blade
as it cut's down your murderer full of hate.
This shattered look on the Christian face
so terrified and frightened, my mind can never erase.
Many battles I survived,
fed the ravens and Odin's might.
Pledged allegiance to my lord
now laying down this bloody sword.
The breath goes deep, the mind goes blank
Hearing shouts as my body sank.
and with trembling voice on the battlefield
I can hear myself whispering:
"The oath of a father, it'