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FragileHow could something so fragile,Fragile1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the humble heart of a lover's longing,
Be so easily torn in twain?
Was it his desire to deal in danger,
When he first gazed upon your glance?
How could something so fragile,
As the sweet soul of a valentine's virtue,
Be so tragically annulled once again?
In his honour and humility for you he did hunger,
But never did you care or give into chance.
How could something so fragile,
As the flickering fire of a sweetheart's seduction,
Be so pathetically ruined in the rain?
His amorous advances are all but asunder,
With malice you've split his love with your lance.
Life Is DeadLife to me is dead,Life Is Dead1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all my heartless pain,
Is swarming in my placid head.
There is nothing more that I can feel,
But what I touch in my mind can't be real.
Life is all but dead,
But on this raw path I go again,
Wandering with legs of lead.
To a distant land of sanctity I shall go,
Beside the rush of a wild river flow.
Life is dead.
Am I truly sane?
When all my soul can do is bleed,
With sinews of fire and veins of ice,
Constricted by all this gutless vice.
Spiralling To InsanityI'm sorry if what I say,Spiralling To Insanity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Might cause you to feel down.
It's just that I'm having a depressing day,
And all I can think of is the photos of the past,
Knowing that I cannot makes the memories last.
I'm sorry if I'm looking morose,
While you sit there analysing my face.
It's just that I'm having a nightmare tonight,
Revelling in all the paintings of the present,
Forever falling into another dismal descent.
I'm sorry if I cause you pain,
Inside your heart that loves me so.
It's just that I'm having a torturous time,
Being plagued by the sketches of my sanity,
Even though I'll induce the effects of insanity.
The Pain WithinLet go of your hate,The Pain Within1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your revenge can wait.
Whoever did you wrong,
Can never know the hurt,
That made you strong.
You know it's a part,
Of you're aching heart.
Whoever broke your smile,
Can never understand the pain,
That turned you vile.
Don't give up on love,
Though you'll feel rough.
Whoever killed your hope,
Can never believe the longing,
That more you cope.
PossibilitiesEchoes crawl in your fleshless mind,Possibilities1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the dreams you've yet to uncover.
Open up your heart of infinite imagination,
Pouring out all those small tender things,
That would evoke such expansive emotion.
Illusions dwell in your boneless soul,
These are the nightmares you'll always discover.
Free your spirit of potent possibilities,
Fly away on such graceful wisdom wings,
Gazing down on a myriad of mysteries.
Pixels slither in your unconscious eye,
These are the images you'll come to suffer.
Release your sight of faltering fiction,
Circling the dust with elegant red rings,
Forming a picture of your internal infliction.
Infinite NightmaresI'm in an infinite nightmare,Infinite Nightmares1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it's a horror show of sin.
I don't know what to say,
I don't know how to begin:
But would you listen or even care?
I'm in an infinite nightmare,
And it's a bleak carnival of corruption.
I want to escape this place,
I want to rid my mind of this disruption:
But can I risk it or would I dare?
I'm in an infinite nightmare,
And it's a morbid theatre of torture.
I can't continue in this state,
I can't imagine of dreams so pure:
But will you listen or even stare?
Final CurtainFinal CurtainFinal Curtain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights all went down
The Darkness closing in
Under it I shall drown
Wilting inside my skin
Another show fallen away
Waving my sad farewell
Wish I could still stay
Here outside my shell
The people I have met
And didn't pull away
I shall never forget
Every pain free day
Faces lost now forever
When we have to part
Our paths now sever
Before we could start
I may be the outcast
The one from outside
Despite that contrast
I was still admired
This new world for me
New lines, a new role
Set my ability free
Warming my dead soul
Enjoying every week
We shared that space
It's the life I seek
Now I must replace
A Fool's Prize"A Fool's Prize"A Fool's Prize1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A golden well stands erect with its magnificent waters drained
And this well will not be satisfied until next evening's rain
For a well which was once overflowing with happiness to share
Is now gasping for remaining breath in hopeless despair
A thick fog enshrouds the contents of this well beholding
A fool's prize consisting of gold and luxury unfolding
Man's search for power has bled this poor well dry
And even until its last breath did that man deny
Ever considering whether this well had genuine feelings
Or ever acknowledging the contents he was stealing
On the side of the well the pail is merely used to carry
I
PainThe gaps between my fingersPain1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Were there for yours to fill -
All too late I realised:
Love is an intense uphill.
It leaves you out of breath,
Choking, gasping for air...
Your lungs don't get oxygen
You are drowning in despair.
Like a never-ending hailstorm
Or like penetrating rain,
Wearing you down to your core,
You're pummelled by the pain.
It breaks through your defences
And enters your guarded heart;
Just when you think you're okay,
Anguish rips your world apart.
You can't watch a romantic movie,
You can't listen to a love song
Because they remind you of life
Before everything went wrong.
Release is all you're craving
A
Destruction"Destruction"Destruction1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When my hands wrap around your neck
That is my way of saying goodbye
Hold tight as the memories forget
And squeeze tighter until you die
There's something about you
And everything you say
And everything you do
That makes me regret that day
When I looked into your eyes
And smiled so serene
Blind to your disguise
Fantasizing in a dream
But now I hold you here
With your beautiful head in palm
And now for something severe
Done with something calm
Like a household kitchen knife
That you eat with every night
Inserted in your life
Like diseases in a blight
And with every vein soon broke
Forget our alibis
And ever
The Shadow of the CrowSee that shadow in the snow,The Shadow of the Crow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black silhouette on velvet white,
Do I see the crow.
Wandering the streets of the night,
With macabre majesty does he turn to bow.
Look up and see that shadow soar,
Luminous presence in that bleak mist,
Do I hear the crow.
Flying over me with acrobatic twist,
With gleeful grace only he could show.
Touch that shadow that you know,
Silken feathers bristle from touch,
Do I feel the crow.
Relaxing in my presence as such,
With erudite eyes that can only know.
In The AbyssIn this abyss of darkness I dwell,In The Abyss1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to me it's worse than living hell.
Pursued by pictures of the past,
I'm haunted by the hate I harbour,
For memories that will forever last.
In this abyss of darkness I reside,
Though I won't run and I won't hide.
Disturbed by distractions of the day,
I'm forlorn by the future I fear,
But wisdom is a virtue they say.
In this abyss of darkness I live,
It's a place only I can survive.
Subjugated by souls of sadness,
I'm restricted by the regret I relay,
On thoughts of foolish madness.
Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowf
ShadowI am the shadow,Shadow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the light of the door.
Can you see my body right there,
Lying lifeless on the freezing floor?
Don't cry for me because I'm free.
I am the shadow,
In the darkness of the wall.
Can you see me smile at you,
Even if I hadn't died at all?
Just forget me since those lies were true.
I am the shadow,
In the gloom of the ceiling.
Can you remember my face;
Did you kill me with false feeling?
Yet now my presence haunts this place.
Second ChanceShow me a little faith,Second Chance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please don't give up just yet.
There's no need to plea for redemption,
Because with me you are safe,
Away from that darkest devastation.
Show me a little hope,
Please don't turn me away now.
There's no meaning to deny your mortality,
Because with me you will cope,
Even in that colourless city.
Show me a little love,
Please don't close your eyes,
There's no reason to continue this worry,
Because with me you are a dove,
And I'm here to say sorry.
Bleeding DeepSilver steel of the blade,Bleeding Deep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is all my flesh can feel.
My tortured soul is an entity,
That can no longer be saved:
See the flow of poisonous pity.
Emerald edge of the knife,
Slices me away from a painful life.
I am without regret,
That much I can deny:
See the rush of memories to forget.
Crimson cuts on my skin,
But is this roulette a reason to win?
Am I without feeling or remorse,
That is something I can't say:
See the purge of constricting curse.
The Poet and the SpiderWith script as thin as spider's legs,The Poet and the Spider1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
she scrawls her web
of metaphors and lies.
Mapped across the backs of her hands,
with ink veins she weaves
a silver spun tale of
thin, spidery lashes and
burnt-sugar kisses
that leave a bad taste behind.
She fears the tickle on her skin,
the itching sting as it bites.
She fear the sticky, dew encapsuled
web as it strangles and swallows her.
When asked of her fascination with the creature,
though she fears it so,
the poet has none left to say but
that it is a metaphor,
you tremble at that which sits on your palm
(The fearsome, eight legged monster)
but you do not flinch as it bites.
*Reflections*In bevelled mirror there is a face*Reflections*4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reflected from an inner eye
Ponders endless questions of love
Love taken for granted passion can die.
Impossible, the thought seems overly loud
Feelings were nurtured with loving care
Treasured moments in book of time
Written on aether,script so fine.
Taken for granted passions embrace
Where two souls meet in perfect place
Words unnecessary hearts do speak
Lovers mute at passions peak.
Mirror reveals never conceals
How time invades all life
Reflected memories a story tell
Impossible to say a final farewell.
2013Delice1941
31st January 2013
The Night of the Red Moon (haiku-fic)1.The Night of the Red Moon (haiku-fic)1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
slowly parting clouds
reveal an ancient red moon
in the dead of night
2.
sound stands motionless
as snow descends from heaven
and blood stains the ground
3.
sword unsheathed glimmers
like a star lights up the night
honour held in hand
4.
endless snowy plains
the souls of two warriors stand
destinies entwined
5.
a single star trails
as the caw of many crows
spreads through the night sky
6.
in the end only one
standing in a blood stained field
and one less star graces
{the night sky}
Lost In My MindLost within my own mind,Lost In My Mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the valley of hell,
Do I wander with eyes so blind.
In the depths of despair I hear,
The pain of so many who fell.
Lost within my own mind,
Trespassing on that desert called death,
Do I imagine ghosts of a sinister kind.
Opaque omens I disturb in fear,
With hollow voices of icy breath.
Lost within my own mind,
Swimming down that river of rage,
Do I sense wickedness on the wind.
A demonic destiny I know so dear,
Would captivate me in that clairvoyant cage.
Figure It All OutI tried to figure it all out,Figure It All Out1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To see what it was all about.
Why the sun rose to birdsong,
And the moon left us all behind;
Just for a day because she did not belong.
I tried to figure it all out,
But it made me scream and shout.
How the grass is always green,
And the water a beautiful aquamarine,
Without the dust that looks ever so mean.
I tried to figure it all out,
Just to see if it was something to flout.
Where the stars go to sleep,
And the planets take turns to dream,
With nightmares that causes giants to weep.
Breaking PointThere comes a moment;Breaking Point1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When all the cards are cast,
And this great game of life,
Is dying from a picturesque past,
Too shaded in strokes of strife
There must be a limit;
Since my ruin is rapture,
To this cold charade of bliss.
Am I looking to a forlorn future,
Too marred in mirrors of mist.
There is a breaking point:
Before I concede my consent,
From this raw roulette of insanity.
I'll be drowning in this placid present,
Too tortured in trials of tragedy.
Her IssuesHer Issues1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her definition of beauty is different, her hair isn't long...
Her nose isn't small, her jaw isn't delicate or seductive
She hides her only attractive asset behind baggy cotton
She's different, special, odd, but most of all, disruptive
She's the over-ripe banana of society, but not rotten
Maybe that's why they always tend to throw her aside
Maybe it's because her insides are too mushy, unappealing
Or is it because her skin is too bruised to hide?
Is it too hard for them to handle her eccentric feelings?
Her worth is etched along every intricate vein with crimson paint
In her hands, down the inside of her wrists, to her heart
Sometim
The ParamourIt's a myth we can't measure,The Paramour1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or a talent we'll never treasure.
But to call a simple thing,
Like the lost lyrics of love;
A serenade to a docile dove.
It's a legend we can't learn,
Or a skill we'll always spurn.
Yet all you do is honestly sing,
Like the angelic aria of amour;
A hymn under a sweet shower.
It's a fiction we can't forget,
Or a risk we'd forever regret.
Then was it just a careless fling,
Like the choral chants of clarity;
A rhyme of a soulful singularity.
It's a dream we can't desire,
Or a flame we'd deny fire.
But here is your lair's ring,
Like the mild melody of man;
A verse from a paramour's plan.
Sta.sh
