Artificially TemptingArtificially Tempting10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Can you see that light illuminating the heavens?
It brings false hope to the hearts of men
I no longer can …
see my path lying
Between the world of the damned and the world of man
I had no choice
In the world of angels
Where beauty masks silent sadness
I broke free
I fought for my independence
Thus crept in my heart a darker malice
For on this path I trampled…
So I sought the flames of Hades
To purge my soulless body of love
A love that deludes the lost ones above me
I fashioned new wings
With feathers to match my sins
For the smoke that haunts my breath
Bares witness to my hell
And as I can see your quivering fright
I can smell your fear of mortality
For I am now the angel of death,
But do not approach me
For my beauty, my youth
Are but an illusion
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Broken SpiritsBroken Spirits10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Peel back the covers don't you dare hide away
Don't let them be the ones to bring down your day
They want to make you feel the pain you deserve
Let you realise how much life hurts
Pull off the false front you cower beneath
Strip your soul bare, let everyone see.
Would you be so brave if you stood alone?
If your army began to erode.
Let go of life, before your demons succeed
Turn away don't let them see that you bleed
Don't fight a losing battle, don't kill your pride
Keep it with you till your soul starts to die
Show who you are don't live your life locked up tight
Go and defend all you believe that is right
Better to live and die, than never live at all
Be careful, they'll never catch you when you fall
Bring your army, and take on your fear
Only death and destruction live here
Climb over the memories of the past
It's all about the future now and how long it lasts
Show your emotions, they're becoming so rare
Free all that passion that you're longing to share
Don't be afraid to fight wh
Throbbing ScarThrobbing Scar10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kindred spirits kindle candle-lit moments caressing confessions of love
But battered fools beckon for better bestowals before falling…
Victims to vicarious vanities.
Yet my soul now suffers
Suspended in sacrificial soliloquy
Since your seductive serenades stopped.
Its been too long…
Now my mind is like a fettered web
With vanished thoughts wrapped in your empty bed…
And my body is a poisoned ocean
With bruised flesh spoiled by your toxic love potion.
See, for my heart is a throbbing scar
With bloody stitches torn by your probing fingers from afar.
My lips are parched black roses
With blistered thorns protruding like your treacherous horns…
And now my eyes are like shattered stars
With shards of pearl light lost in the fires of your callous words.
I confess I cannot go on
I carelessly collided into cupid's arrow
Now your cancerous love has corroded my copious world.
Could God but cut me gracefully that I may never see you again?
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
To LoveTo Love10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is a powerful emotion.
Not as strong as devotion,
For it is a dangerous potion.
It snares the heart and stops all motion
Thus it is spoken,
"Love is a precious token
to valuable for mortals to possess,
yet to great for the gods to confess."
I do protest!
To find it,
You must seek it,
And if you should fail,
Your desire will be your despair!
Yet I am that crazy fool
Possessed by my desire.
Where love can be cruel
Passion burns me like fire.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
How to Flush a French ToiletHow to flush a French ToiletHow to Flush a French Toilet8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
(Comment tirer un chase deau Francais)
If you, the American, ever travel to France, never ask where the bathroom is because French bathrooms are entirely different from American bathrooms. Ou est la salle de bain? would lead you directly to a room with a bathtub and a sink. Never ask for the salle de bain, say instead, Ou sont les toilettes? La toilette is in its own special room along with nothing else except for papier hygiénique, toilet paper. Rien, nothing. No magazines, no sink, just une toilette.
The first thing the American needs to know about French toilets is that they may look exactly like American toilets. Do not let this fool you. Toilets are dirty creatures full of, nevermind.
At first glance, the French toilet is the same as the American toilet. It has a lid and a seat, very familia
Love and MarriageLove and Marriage10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Love and Marriage
I am gay. And I am no longer afraid to say that. I believe that Love between two men (or women) is not a sin. Can you hear me God! I want you to know that homosexuality is not wrong. Love is not wrong. When a man Loves another human being with all his heart, whether male or female (it does not matter), then there can be no wrong, no evil. When Love is pure and wants for sharing in any individual, it matters not with what sex the said person does devotedly give it to. Why should it? Hear me Lord for I say that, "To Love another human being, and to freely give your heart to them, is divine!" For what better purpose is there in life than to give freely of that one most beautiful gift -your Love- that you so graciously bestowed upon us. For if it were so wrong and sinful to Love another of the same sex, as many would so accuse my kind, then why is that I Love? Why is that you have given me this gift to give and share my life with whomever I so chose? And I choose t
The Only Certain Thing - DeathThe Only Certain Thing - Death10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So everything happens for a reason?
Pawns in a bigger game; The only pieces left…
"TAKE RISKS! As long as you conform" they said,
The only certain thing, is death.
So everyone lives again,
We enter with nothing, We leave with even less…
I shall not live on "What-If's" anymore
When the only certain thing, is death.
As so the ticking grows louder,
It's mocking hands quicken their pace,
Time melts away by the second's caress,
And the only certain thing is death.
So everyone wants for nothing...
Is that why you hunger? Whilst I am full and fed…
Nothing is an issue if nothing is said,
The only certain thing - we're dead.
Dead before we leave the womb,
Condemned before first breath,
Plunged to a world of free speech that costs...
Where the only certain thing...is death.
BloodBlood10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It runs through my veins
Like liquid fire
Causing so much pain,
Yet bringing such joy
Flowing through my muscular heart
And stright into my thoughtful brain
Giving me life
It is the blood of time
Carrying me out of the past
And propelling me into the unending future.
Harriet JustHarriet Just9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Harriet just swept through the room.
It's the same as it was just now, except
the bathroom door is open, the rum
of her shampoo is everywhere,
and the word '...late'
now rests on the edge of my ear.
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President10 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
i'll never, never sleep alone.i'll never, never sleep alone.8 years ago in Teen More Like This
You broke his car to make him stay, but now he's stranded at home and sitting in a haze on the floor. And the walls turn colors for him just like your eyes do. And then he sneaks outside like a cat, and you are the loyal dog sitting by the door waiting for him to come back in. When he does, you hug him and smell the smoke and lipstick. It's either ignore it or confront it, but it's easier to ignore because you're afraid to lose him. He's only halfway yours as it is.
You remind yourself why you love him so you have reasons to back yourself up when your friends ask, but when you say them they sound so fake even you cringe. It's not that you don't love him, you just don't trust or rely on him. You've been broken, and you don't want to be again.
So when you go out by yourself, you watch as the strangers walk. And you note how the man places his hand on the woman's lower back in a manner both possessive and protective, and you question them to cover your questions about yourself. You figure
the shutting of lidsthe shutting of lids8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wore ribbons in my hair
for you today. But I needed to say something more like snow storms
and something louder than the six AM alarm clocks
that pull you back when you've only had a few hours sleep,
but you peel hair from those frown lines
like a sticky toffee cake from its tin. My eyes are just not blue enough
and my dirty pores are tiny peep holes, I drop out
when you look in.
I wore dark jeans and a white vest top today,
but I really wanted to slip under double sheets in pink pajamas
and pull heavy-like-love covers over me
while thousands of people celebrated the birth of somebody
they don't believe in or the start of something
and they drink skin dry
so their veins look more like train tracks
diving deep inside, but yours did not lead to your heart,
they forced me down your knee cap
and I jumped.
I wore a grey hat today
because the ice on the pavement reminds me of slipping
and slipping reminds me of you
and you remind me
of being cold --
so I wore a grey hat instead o
hearts in your hands"Careful..." he comments as she idly tosses the object into the air. Up and down up and down like some game that has just been invented. He flinches as the object fly's higher and higher, never once taking his eyes off the prized possession. A slip of the wrist, a slight gasp from the boy, a soft shatter as glass meets the floor. The girl walks away. "It's not a toy..," whispers the boy to nobody. Slowly he picks up the shattered pieces of his heart.hearts in your hands8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Quotes 41. I never doubted you; I just doubted your love for me.Quotes 46 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. Something taught me that I have to move on like the rest of the world is and to stop living on a bunch of old yesterdays.
3. Your heart is completely cold, and now I am wondering how I ever though you were capable of love.
4. I guess we were the dreamers that became lost in their own dreams.
5. I wish I could write my name all over you and say your mine.
6. Never regret a moment that made you happy.
7. Laughter, some say that was my cure, but we both know it was you.
8. Falling in love, or falling apart?
9. Youre my miracle without you there would be no tomorrow.
10. If happiness was a gift I would it to you.
To Never ReturnTo Never Return10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Never Return
He was my immortal love.
Eternal light fed his veins,
And he gave himself to my fangs.
For that he was a tortured angel.
Like a plague who has found it's prey,
My craving could not be quenched,
For I was a vampire captivated,
Undead, yet dying in his arms.
I drank deeply of his soul,
Devouring his flesh,
I drew him deeper into my abyss.
And with every bite, his light withered.
And with me, his wings delved deeper.
And the more I consumed,
The more we were torn asunder.
We were both lost.
I was to die.
He was to never return…
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Poem Portfolio 1Toy SoldierPoem Portfolio 17 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes clogged with mud,
the toy soldier is no longer fit for service.
He lies on his back, his one leg raised
in appeal, the foot severed at the ankle.
The other leg could never be recovered,
blown off by a land-mine in the no-man's land
of a little boy's garden,
buried by the dog.
His clothes and face are caked with earth and greyed,
providing no distinguishing features,
one of a thousand thousand of his like.
As a child I remember there were many battles:
The war of the sandpit,
The skirmish on the kitchen table,
The final push across the living room carpet.
Countless men were scalded by the teapot,
clacked onto the floor and hoovered up
by the enemy.
On these fields of war were no infirmaries,
but one enormous bucket for the draft,
sticky, chubby fingers enlisting
new recruits, picked them out
and set them to the front.
They battled as fiercely as they could
with bent rifles, feet clogged down in
plastic slabs, good and bad
determined by the colour of their ski
Book of BloodDark Reflections in your eyesBook of Blood9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
blinding shine that fades away
The book of blood is long forshaken
for my life is signed away...
Black ink on dusty parchment
like drops of blood from wounded hearts
She writes my name in velvet gothic
behold the contract of your soul
In my dreams I levitate
to astral planes of cosmic light
She follows closely, right beside me
and helps me drift through afterlife
A thousand souls to gather
a million pages to understand
Elusive madness all around me
she unveals the mystery of life
Lucid visions and blury motions
appear and vanish in my touch
Bells that echo my departure
break the silence of night
I drink to taste my very essense
from the sacred well of souls
Misty air and cloudy surface
She holds me tight - I fall asleep
Golden rays of candlelight
pierce through my heavy eyelids
The book of blood lies before me
signed with the shadows of my mind...
So HAve I GrownSo HAve I Grown10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the years that I have known
In this body I have grown
I have come to learn of strife
I have come to deal with life
When in the hours of much pain
When a life becomes overclaimed
I learned to reach out for any hope
I learned to deal, I learned to cope
For much I say I do regret
But much in life I now respect
In this earnest world of man
I can say I now know who I am
See my days are marked by change
All my fears, regrets, I now exchange
For better days before me do I see
A time of better things yet to be
As I look forward to this tomorrow
I extend to you my hand to borrow
For much from friendship I have known
I've learned these years that I have grown
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Whose got it wrong?I can't do anything right,Whose got it wrong?10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I try.
I want to be happy,
But sometimes want to die.
People say they care for me,
Yet they show me they don't.
Always saying they'll be here for me,
But I know better; know they won't.
Always trying to make people happy,
Just forgetting about myself.
Seems like I've bottled up my soul,
Put it in an empty shelf.
I've labelled it as "Nothing",
And I've kept it out of view.
I've been forgotten by most people,
Maybe I should forget all of you.
I wish I could always be there,
But I'm not sure I can.
I hope I don't forget,
While getting lost in who I am.
My past is long forgotten,
My future is unclear.
Even now I'm still uncertain,
And this is what I fear.
Often I'm reminded,
Of how I never get it right.
I'm not sure what to do now,
I hope that someone hears my plight.
Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part two of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 27 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The second part of Eyes of an Angel will no longer be available for viewing here, as it’s going to be published by Pants On Fire Press! I apologize to those who were looking forward to seeing the rest of the story and I hope that you can share in my excitement that it will soon be an illustrated book, with artwork by the incomparable Natsuki-3.
Thank you for your support and stay tuned for more news! Links to Pants On Fire Press’ website and facebook can be found in the comments. I will update this notice once it hits the shelves!
Again, thank you!
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 27 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
Part 2- Your TrepidationsPart 2- Your Trepidations10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh how can you lie to me so my love
For thou art not as innocent as the dove
That fair symbol of peace and chastity
You do ill with your rhyming blasphemy
Nay for I be the twine leaf in her gentle beak
That by your frivolous nature lost with foul speak
For I have pierced no maiden with my mighty bow and arrow
As thou flesh was paraded, rose bud nipped by another sparrow
My lips you betrayed now retreat from thou shadowy physique
You Queen of Harlots who tempted my misery, death now seek
I shall withstand your lamentations for not
They beguile folly and are of malice wrought
Seek thy solitary grave you ravenous crow
Perch the fires of Hades alter down below
For none shall take your poisonous breath
So gather your feathers and cushion death…
The hours of our time
You buried in rhyme
And I grow weary with accusations
My lines doth trample your trepidations
SuicideSuicide10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a poem to no one
But to the world
Where is life and love,
When there is so much pain?
You know of what I speak.
The endless lines and rhymes
Scribbled by desperate souls
Such as you,
Such as I,
Seeking, searching, praying
For what else but freedom.
But that freedom you fool
Is the illusion.
Could you ever see why?
Why pain is the chain
That weighs our souls down.
Why freedom is nothing more
Than the walls of our prison.
You may break free of none
And live a simple life
But I no longer can.
And still, and still I'm trapped.
I've clawed at these tiled walls
All these many years.
Now my bloody fingertips
No longer feel the salty tears
As I wipe them across my face.
So you see my unfortunate friend
The walls are my flesh
And the chain, my lonely thoughts.
No matter how deep I dig and tear
No matter how much crimson tape I bled
These very walls,
My tortured soul could not have fled,
So this night my tired feet will float
In a porcelain pool drawn