Break The GlassClockwork hands play by the rulesBreak The Glass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are programmed not to stray
Rebellious circuits need a spark
Shadow actions show dismay
The treasured glass must be maintained
Counterparts are bound to clash
A nightmare train rides rails of dread
Your fragile windows it will smash
Worlds slow as shards rain down
Freedom gusts bring winds of change
Your walls so clear couldn't show a thing
Looking back it seems quite strange
Each danger line pulls you two ways
Mental safeguards blunt the shock
Who would have thought it might not hurt
Surprised hearts tick like a clock
When the hammer falls the cracks will spread
Surging ripples spread like wildfire
Preset perspectives act like chains
With them freedom you can't acquire
SingSing4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sing me a love song
Sing me to sleep
Sing until reality
is better than my dreams
Sing to me quietly
a tender whisper in my ear
Sing a song with meaning
that I will forever hold dear
Sing to me fondly
say you love me with song
Sing to me passionately
it's been far too long
Sing to me bravely
I don't care how you sound
Sing to me softly
and watch my heart pound
Now sing to me darling
Sing with love
Sing until I feel as beautiful
as the brilliant stars above.
EphemeralEphemeral3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The moment blossoms.
As rapidly it will fade,
its petals decayed.
The moment always returns
with the ever turning wheel.
A Voice of the SoulTonightA Voice of the Soul4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
If alone at home you feel no better
In reading something with no letters,
If you ever dare to kill the light,
Look through the window in the night,
In the dark a shadow if you see
It could be none.... It could be me.
Come closer, stare into the moon,
If you distinguish something in the gloom,
If you see it's nothing but the wind
But if you hear it whisper in your mind,
If you heed yourself then scream aloud
From the fear you can't live without
A slumber crept your mind to steal
And it all probably just isn't real.
But if a nightmare is no dream
And if it's nothing what it seems
You may find your sanity at stake
And you must face it wide awake.
A voice from the infinite night
Can you hear in your soul inside?
How come if you live in fear
But your savior is always near,
If a mortal man is only blind
And if your gods are so divine,
If for yourself you never stand,
Responsibility all in their hands,
If all you do is lay your fate
In what they never did create,
Mommy don't cryMommy don't cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy Don't Cry...
I Am Now In a Better Place...
I Can Play...
And Enjoy The Sun Rise...
With No Fear...
Mommy Don't Cry...
I Know You Love Me...
I Know You Miss Me...
But I Am In a Better Place..
A Place Bad Guys Will Never Harm Me Anymore In...
Mommy Don't Cry...
I Feel Your Pain...
I Can Hear Your Heart Calling My Name...
But I Tell You...
I Am In a Better Place...
Mommy Don't Cry...
My Angel Told Me That I Will Feel No Pain Anymore..
That I Will Enjoy My Childhood All Over Again...
My Angel Told Me...
That I Will Live Again...
And I Will See You Beside Me...
Telling Me You Love Me... Again.. Again and Again..
Mommy Don't Cry...
My Angel Told Me...
That I'm The Child Of the Holy Land...
The Kingdom Of God's Heaven...
and Because Of That...
All Heaven Is Mine...
Mommy Don't Cry...
Because Who Killed Me...
Who Smiled For My Death...
And Who Supported Taking My Life...
Will Never Feel Safe...
While God Is Watching...
Mommy Don't Cry....
I'm The Martyr Of Earth's Heaven...
I once knew a girl.I once knew a girl.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once knew a girl, who could have taken over the world.
Her eyes shined bright as day, her smile comforted all.
She was an immaculate beauty that all the world could see.
She didn't choose sides, she let the sides choose her
while secretly tampering with your heart
by tattooing her name on a tiny piece
just so you could be infected by her love too.
Most people break hearts, but she kept them mended
while letting others slightly break hers
as she gave them everything she ever had
just for them to keep their sanity.
This girl, oh this girl, I remember her so well.
She was one no one could let go of.
We all have enemies, and she did not.
The kid that everyone picked on, she took up for
until they too had as many friends as she.
Even in a world so cold,
she knew how to make you feel warm.
If she saw a bad life decision made,
instead of hiding her thoughts, she spoke up.
Spoke up with a slap in the face,
until you tossed and turned, yelled your heart out, and twisted around
Rock Meautumn blunders in, clumsyRock Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stiff fingers frosted still
by early winds, rocking trees
back and forth
red leaves splatter the ground
paint drops, hanging from drooping
branches, rotten fruit still litters the sidewalks
i head south for the fall with the ducks.
the train creaks like aching joints
there's a crow on
my windowsill, ruffling his feathers
the trees flash by
my ticket's got a hole in the middle
from being folded over and over
the crow says "summer ain't that great, Peach Girl."
i watch the sky and ignore his clicking black beak
"the autumn's gonna follow
right behind ya
'n turn the whole world red-yellow-red
at yer heels."
i know in a week
the only green left will be my sweater
holes in the elbows, stringy cuffs
but i waddle like a duck
towards the leftover southern summer.
"i'm not ready for jack frost yet."
i tell him.
"get ready. the autumn storms are a-comin'
an' there ain't nothin' on heaven or earth to stop 'em."
Our PlaceThis time don't tell me you love me.Our Place3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For this is where the trees fell,
tears dried and oceans leaked.
where heartbeats mean nothing.
Broken WingsBroken Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell me that I should get over it
That I should be fine
But with broken wings
It's hard to fly
ImperfectImperfect5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are only so many tears I can shed
Before these eyes of mine run dry
I just have one dream
That keeps me reaching for the sky
Yes I have some doubts and fears
That will make me run and hide
Though you know there will never be a battle
That I won't fight by your side
Listen when I tell you, this is not the end
Wherever we may be, my love to you I send
Moments even time obeys, we should not dissect
We are the ocean, an eternity imperfect
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
Un segundoTodo se determina en un segundo:Un segundo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Un segundo puede separar la vida de la muerte.
Un segundo nos puede hacer ilusionar por horas.
Un segundo puede llegar a destruir un sueño.
Un segundo marca nuestro estado de ánimo.
Un segundo puede pasar rápido.
Un segundo marca nuestros recuerdos.
Un segundo puede cambiar nuestra vida.
Nos parece poca cosa.
Sin embargo, un segundo lo es todo.
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
+Beautiful all the same.A rainy night, almost twelve,+Beautiful all the same.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We met up in a dark corner of that alley
He looked as if he knew I was scared
Waited till I approached
Then he said:
"I love you girl,
But I'm not the answer to those questions you still have
I know what's inside your head,
Dark, disturbed, curious too,
Yet it's beautiful all the same."
Then I looked away,
Because I didn't want him to see my face
With mascara running down my eyes
I didn't want to infect him
With what goes on inside my mind,
So dark, disturbed, also FREE,
Yet beautiful all the same.
Fisheyed GodsFisheyed Gods3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is unlucky that I am an overlooked god, for had I aroused suspicion I might have had no hand in our downfall. I was almost caught the first year I obtained power because of my incompetence, at first, the percentage of births on the planet was lower than it had been for decades none at all for the first three months. The people panicked, wars started, as they are prone to do when the littlest disturbance unsteadies this world. The twins Misstag and S'lutienne, put the chaos out of the living people's minds. Before that, in the mid-winter of the previous year, I was almost discovered when I seized control of the Process. When Génnisi fought to regain control, the Process was frightened, and a baby was born hollowed out, with nothing below its ribcage, and fingers sticking up on the crest of its forehead. It entered my realm before its mother laid eyes on it, and she followed, short hours later. S'lutienne took the memories of all involved, and the incident was forgo
The Ram - Chapter OneChapter 1The Ram - Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was sitting on a hay bale, watching the sun set on the farm, feeling a little nostalgic. Which is unusual. But I guess it made sense considering that it was my idea to try to help Da herd cattle even after Mum had told me and Ross not to go anywhere near them.
Jeez, I should introduce myself. My name is Shaena Macmillan, and my life has been turned upside down, shaken, not stirred, by no fault of my own. Three days ago, I was a normal sixteen year old with a twin brother, living in rural Alberta. Ross and I were close, being twins, of course. We did everything together, from shopping, to our taste in boys and even how we wore our hair.
Yes, you read that right. Ross was gay.
Two days ago, it was my idea that we should help Da herd the cows. Two days ago, Ross came out of the closet to our parents. Two days ago, my parents yelled at Ross for what they couldn't
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.He Is Not An Edward.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
All i can do As the world endsAll i can do4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all i can do
is to stand and watch myself burn
as I tastes the cold truth
all I can do is to not
Not So Living DeadNot So Living Dead4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The living dead of this world,
Have let the hope wink out from their eyes;
They've let the sorrow seep into their bones
The fear and paranoia reign in their faces, as the
Greed and envy gnaw at their hearts 'til nothing
Remains but a shell of what used to be
Will the ashes of the world ever fade away?
Or will they grey the snow forever and a day
Will the tears of the crumbling corpses be caught;
In an absent god's palm?
There you stand at the gates of hell on earth;
And wish to be a part of it; You long to join
The masquerade of skeletons, grinning invitingly
Behind the masks of contentment, of fulfillment
Found in riches and beautiful...false smiles
Don't trade in your eyes, glowing with fire,
For those of a hollow, macabre lie
Don't give up your beating heart, for one
Cold and stony; dusty, full of sighs
Don't say you possess no soul when it is
All but bursting through your body
Don't deny your heart is warm and red
When it is beating right out of your chest
You are alive and full of
Broken Vase"I'm not perfect," I said, and she turned.Broken Vase3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes narrowed.
Her lips parted like she was about to say something,
Because, really, she always has something to say.
She frowned at me, and I thought
That I had said something truly offensive
"Perfection is the broken vase," she murmured, catching me by surprise.
"That still manages to hold itself together"
I blinked. Her eyes widened again. She turned back,
Hands gripping the steering wheel as she stared
I mulled over her words, and she continued.
She told me I possessed the perfect flaws:
I was too quiet, but loud enough when it mattered,
She said that I am too trusting, na´ve, and far too optimistic.
Yet, she believes that I am the broken vase: perfection.
I listened to her words, and I thought.
Sitting next to her that afternoon,
Cityscape rushing by the car windows.
Her hand gripping mine tightly, her words
Hanging between us as she drove.
I thought to myself:
This must be love.