FaithFaith4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries
DiwaliDiwali4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
festival of light
a time for peace, hope and joy
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
Heading HomeBitter-boned, I break and crumble to dustHeading Home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My pockets full of keys to places that no longer exist
An oystershell ashtray full of butts and ashes beside me
Testify to dreams of green hedges and white picket fences
A tapping on the door, a rapping on the wall
Ghosts always like this hour just before dawn
A bird screeches and I wake again to the stinging day
And shufflestep towards home from a thousand worlds away
LA GARDIENNE DU VIDE (+audio horror style)LA GARDIENNE DU VIDE (+audio horror style)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
LA GARDIENNE DU VIDE
"MON COEUR EST FAIT DE VIDE ET MON ÂME DE MARBRE,
JAMAIS JE N'AI CONNU LA LUMIÈRE OU BIEN L'ARBRE ;
IMMOBILE JE VEILLE ET MON OEIL VIGILANT
PROTÈGE LES ROIS MORTS DE LA FRANCE D'ANTAN.
JE GARDE, Ô VISITEURS, LE VIDE DE LA TOMBE
QUI SOUILLE LE SILENCE AUSSITÔT MEURT ET TOMBE !
LA CRYPTE EST INTERDITE, UN PASSAGE EST SCELLÉ,
CELUI QUI, S'APPROCHANT, SERAIT PAR TROP ZÉLÉ,
CONNAÎTRAIT AUSSITÔT LE SORT LE PLUS FUNESTE...
MON CONTACT EST DE GLACE ET JE DONNE LA PESTE.
N'OUBLIEZ PAS CECI : EN BAS, C'EST LE TRÉPAS,
DEPUIS MILLE ANS J'ATTENDS - VOUS NE PASSEREZ PAS !"
Frantz, août 2012.