The Wanderer of Space and TimeTo see the stars that shine,
In a universe of space and time.
Wandering aimlessly in it's echoing expanse,
If only mortal eyes could perceive it all,
But I'll make do with just one glittering glance.
To see the galaxy that glows,
In a nebula of hopes and woes.
Basking mindlessly in it's sleeping sight,
If only hollow minds could hear it's call,
But I'll be sure to retain it's lingering light.
To see the firmament of fire,
In a heaven of lust and desire.
Seeking wildly in it's magnificent maze,
If only tragic hearts could mourn it's fall,
But I'll return holding it's beautiful blaze.
Isolated In SilenceLet that scarlet sound,Isolated In Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take you away,
To enjoy life another day.
Drum beats reverberate all around,
As your feelings of sorrow start to sway.
Let that noire noise,
Turn you off,
To hear life through cloth.
Cymbal clashes echo like a voice,
As your thoughts of worry weaken your worth.
Let that sapphire silence,
Twist your arm,
To view life without violence.
Nothing speaks but your inner charm,
As your dreams of simple sin makes no sense.
October RainUpon sombre shores of sorrow,October Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll bide my time and wait,
For that onslaught of old October rain.
Those twilight tears wash away,
All my misery and all my pain,
Along bitter beaches of banality,
I'll forget my wants and needs,
For that oblivion of opaque October rain.
Spits of sadness turn sand into clay,
As my mood falls apart in vain.
In weary waters of worry,
I'll endure my death and fate,
For that oscillation I call October rain.
In that sweet shower I fail to say,
How could it have returned again?
MelancholiaHere on this vacant shore I sleep,Melancholia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the waning glow I start to weep,
With calm eyes trickling woeful tears.
To pass by many aching years,
Of a miserable life so alone.
By those melancholic waves I walk,
Filled with cold depression I fail to talk,
As innocent words stale in morbid breath,
To wish for a majestic longing death,
Of a dire mortality on loan.
Yet all those nostalgic sights I see,
Blinding me with sour memories I try to flee,
In a mania of ritualistic pessimism,
To bleed in that ocean of dour optimism,
Of a disturbed future I know.
Dancing DragonsDancing dragons in the air,Dancing Dragons3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying high with fluid flair.
Captured onto a celestial canvas,
Elegant eyes sketching with a beautiful brush,
As they dive down into a reckless rush.
Soaring serpents in the wind,
Twisting around with kinetic kind.
Imprisoned onto a pure photograph,
Graceful gazes painting with a sincere snap,
As they lie low to take a nuanced nap.
Wandering wyverns in the skies,
Swimming fast with cherubic cries.
Engraved onto a fantastical frame,
Dexterous digits carving with a seraphic skill,
As they swiftly swerve by their wondrous will.
Howling hydras in the zephyr,
Cruising free with winter weather.
Trapped onto a vivacious vase,
Talented tools etching with a glorious guile,
As they fly fierce in their triumphant trial.
The Weeping AngelShe holds her head in her hands,The Weeping Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never breathing or blinking.
She is a morbid master of the sands,
Of time that terrorises your torment:
Gaze upon her vile visage and away you go.
She stands alone in such grace,
Never talking or thinking.
She has her elusive eyes on your face,
Of innocence that isolates your idiocy:
Look at her sinister snarl and you'll depart too.
She watches you with utter patience,
Never whistling or winking.
She'll turn lights low in her defence,
Of malevolence that murders your mind:
Stare out to her granite guise and forget all you know.
RaidenIt's the clash of cymbals,Raiden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the droning of the drums.
In harmony with the barrage of bullets,
From the growls of a thousand guns,
Silencing out the notes of guitar strums.
It's the virtuosity of violins,
And the flourish of flutes.
That echoes with the serenade of swords,
Held aloft under solitude of a single sun,
Yelling down the lullabies of ancient lutes.
It's the thunder of tongues,
And the lightning of the lyrics.
Reverberating through the minds of mortals,
Who fight under storm stricken skies,
Clashing like cannibals with metal sticks.
When Push Comes To ShoveWhen push comes to shove,When Push Comes To Shove2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know times will get tough.
Hell I don't need an angel from above,
To recite rhymes of reality,
And to say that life is going to be rough.
When push comes to shove,
I stand on such fragile ground.
Oh I wish I could fly away like a dove,
To soar silently in sobriety,
And never hear my death in that sound.
When push comes to shove,
I realise that the task is up to me.
But I cannot do this alone my love,
To pursue this poison called poetry,
And forever may I lack eyes with which to see.
FireFire has no lord or master,Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's power rests in the primordial,
And it's a destiny of disaster.
You can never control it's caress;
Of breath burning stronger than the breeze.
Fire rest on the ashes of time,
Eternally lighting immortality's echo.
Always to be a catalyst of celestial crime.
You will never hone it's heat;
Of spirit shining brighter than the stars.
Fire flows on the rivers of space,
Drowning all existence into despair,
Forever to be a guardian of grim grace.
You may never behold it's blaze;
Of wisdom warming longer than the wind.
How Did We Get Here?How did we get here?How Did We Get Here?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I thought I'd knew you so well,
That I could walk into the very pits of hell,
And save you from those demons of charm;
But all I see in your eyes is pure alarm.
How did we get here?
All I knew of love has been taken away,
Corroded down to ridicule of all we could say,
Dismissed by me but cherished by you long before;
Yet not this time when words are sore.
How did we get here?
I cannot decipher the truth from the lies,
Figuring you out while the pain inside cries,
Why do you hate me with a lover's gaze;
Would you plague me forever feigning this craze?
A Place They Call PurgatoryStalk the shadows of your sanity,A Place They Call Purgatory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Denying yourself all the disasters of;
All those paupers of plastic pity.
Cruising around in this crowded city,
Swarmed with greedy goblins and twisted trolls.
Invite your insanity into the inferno,
Pleading away all your plans of;
Wild wisdom torn apart by woe.
Killed by the killer that you know,
Masked like a manic monster or a frenetic foe.
Perambulate in this plain called Purgatory,
Trading back the terrors of;
Suicidal signs written in a sinner's story.
Watching the worthless world's worry,
Drowned by devious demons and aimless angels.
Black-HeartOh look at her with ivory eyes,Black-Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Striking the velvet veil of starless skies.
Is she a draconian demon ready to bring ruin,
Upon those that ripped her life apart,
With every pulsating beat of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with crimson claws,
Maiming the satin skin of monstrous maws.
Is she a bedlam beast desiring to grant devastation,
Upon those who mocked her for a start,
With all the wild begging of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with ebony breath,
Purging the flaxen flesh of devilish death.
Is she a cruel creature who wields her earthly wrath
Upon all who took to hurt with such art,
With the aching echoes of her black-heart?
Inner HellPeople will never understand my inner hell,Inner Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every dark morning breath I draw,
Only forces me to combat the urge to yell.
My hatred of this impassive existence is raw,
Never feeling alive as those who survive.
People can never evaluate my inner hell,
For every cold twilight kiss I crave,
Truly siphons my mortality trapped in a shell.
My distaste of this eternal ignorance is brave,
Forever yielding rage for those who enrage.
People may never sense my inner hell,
For every intense dawn sun I fear,
Really denies my eyes to remember well.
My loathing of this internal episode is clear,
Ever consuming horror in a field full of terror.
Doctor DeathDoctor Death will see you now,Doctor Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it that pains you?" asks he,
"I have a burning in my breast," says I,
"Looks like a coronary in your chest," says he,
And his cure travels down into my veins of a tree.
Doctor Death will hear you soon,
"What are your ailments?" asks he,
"I suffer from an amorous affliction," says I,
"Seems to me your an addict of addiction," says he,
And his prescription cuts out all that could be free.
Doctor Death will meet you here,
"What is this illness of yours?" asks he,
"I'm dying from a disease," says I,
"This emancipation I'll tame with ease," says he,
And his remedy calmed my rage like the turning of a key.
Self-Righteous SuicideUnder pistol pressure of my mind,Self-Righteous Suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been forsaken by all I know,
And I shoot. Bang!
Just watch me slam into the scarlet flow,
Letting me drift away to my dark dream.
Under weary weight of my soul,
I've given up on all I believe,
And I cry. Damn!
But I still breathe to my black relief,
Purging the gasps of that sanguine scream.
Under choking conscience of my heart,
I've taken on all I can suffer,
And I explode. Boom!
This suicide of mine is not a crimson offer,
Relinquishing that current of a silver stream.
DisillusionmentI need direction in my life,Disillusionment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To rid myself of all these sufferings of strife.
Too long have I been roaming in a ring,
With eyes so erudite; but yet I know nothing,
That could open a door onto a new destiny.
I need direction in my life,
So I can harvest those rewards that are rife.
Too long have I been waiting on the wire,
With idiotic inspiration; but I'm dancing in fire,
Will I realise my potential to purge my past?
I need direction in my life,
Instead of counting those notches on my knife.
Too long have I been worrying upon the wind,
With confused conscience; but I fear I'm too blind,
Even if my path is hellish I still hunger for hope.
A Bad PersonAm I a bad person,A Bad Person3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because you don't like me?
I can't help the way I am,
Nor do I need this grievance you see,
Though the friendship can never be born.
Am I a bad person,
Just because you hate my smile?
It's not a statement of self,
Honestly I find myself to be vile,
But you don't need to send me into oblivion.
Am I bad person,
Just because I act the way I like?
I'm sorry if I'm such a git,
I didn't mean to generate this psych,
Yet your judgement has passed and you've won.
If This Be My LastIf this be my last,If This Be My Last3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd better scar the sordid skin,
With a blade cut flourishing fast.
I might not know where to begin,
But I'll end this loathsome life of sin.
If this be my last,
I'd better bruise the bloody bone,
With a hammer blow anguishing aghast.
I never believed this could happen,
But now here I stand with a knife sharpened.
If this be my last,
I'd better tear out the traumatic tendons,
With a scythe flash punishing past.
I could suffer so much internal pain,
But I'll always have these umbra urges again.
The Pain WithinLet go of your hate,The Pain Within3 years 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.
Sides Of MeI am a lazy kind of guy,Sides Of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To watch the world,
I'm too relaxed to move.
I am an industrious sort of man,
To see the sunshine,
Within a can;
I'm too motivated to remove.
Ex Nihilo (Out Of Nothing)Out of the shadows of nothing,Ex Nihilo (Out Of Nothing)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sirens sing sweet songs of serenity,
In a ring under the remorseless rain,
Of those dawning tears of twilight,
Heralding the end of everything.
There's nothing here for me,
And all these scars scare me,
Eyes of eternity ensnare me.
Taking apart the skin of my suffocating soul,
For all my failings of fury are foul.
There's nothing here for me,
Though all my plain plagues me,
Seizures of sorrow saves me.
Playing with the hell in my healing heart,
Then all my despair of death will depart.
There's nothing here for me,
When all those things torment me,
Cries of confusion cement me.
Containing in the woe from my wailing wake,
Where all my feelings of fear I can't forsake.
Second ChanceShow me a little faith,Second Chance3 years 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.
A Secret On The LineIgnore this madness of mine,A Secret On The Line3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm still sane you shall find.
It's wonder I can make this even rhyme,
Is there really anything you can call time?
Walking around that anachronistic line.
Ignore this sadness as I sign,
This letter you will find.
I've no theory as to how I could write,
Such words of remorse to you this night?
Scribbling along so many a romantic line.
Ignore this darkness in which we dine,
My secret you won't find.
Is it really a matter to bring to light,
Can you forgive the sincerity of my crime?
Breathing away this traumatic line.
Ready To IgniteMy chest feels like a furnace,Ready To Ignite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my lungs are on fire.
Death is my mind's only desire;
But I will carry on with bitter grace,
Knowing my ashes may leave no trace.
My chest feels like a grenade,
And my heart is about to explode.
Shall I continue down this road?
But now I stop because I am afraid,
That the life I lead may never be saved.
My chest feels like an anvil,
And my ribs feel like lead.
In my palms is black blood that bled,
But I am scared so much my stare is still,
With bleak eyes I accept misery for good or ill.
UntitledI smile when it rains,Untitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It drives away the black passion and the scarlet pain,
Tearing up my white flesh again and again.
It's the only thing that keeps me sane,
When everything else is driving me insane.
I smile when it snows,
It covers up these ruby scars that will forever show,
Hiding silver marks on golden skin I know.
It's an antidote to this shade misery that flows,
When everyone tries to deduce my glow.