Raven's TearsRaven's Tears11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting in a tree
Perches the raven of the morn
Peaceful and serene
Mourning the loss
Of everything she means
Her eyes of red do stare
At abyssial darkness within
Her mind held in rapture
Lost in itself
And from her crimson eyes
Silvery tears do fall
Against the ebon feathers
Tragedy of it all
She calls so low and quiet
No one hears a sound
Leaves cloak her
No one notices she is around
And from her crimson eyes
Silvery tears do stream
Against her ebon feathers
As she releases a silent scream
Nothing will stop the pain
She knows inside she is dying
Her soul is breaking
As she sits there crying
And from her crimson eyes
Silver tears slide
Over ebon feathers
As the fire dies inside
Raven Marie Shadows
elbows + kneeselbows + knees7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an epiphany,
my epiphany of
of a faster face
of dirty glass glances
& scattered debris.
for my kind
to be the kind
the languished kind
burnt & surrendered
the kind it takes to crush
sand to glass,
oh the heat
& the cold--
the dead sufficed
the kind that burns on contact
and blows crisply away.
i want to know more than this.
of scrapes i've got
from cat clawing
from picking locks
elbows & knees,
elbows & knees,
worn thin from
(oh god, the heat).
of marks i've got
flashlight incandescent of a shutterclick flame
all the stares
all the stairs
that i never get to use.
this is the kind
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
Lady Macbeth took Pillsthey have handled her with sterile glovesLady Macbeth took Pills8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without a camera shutter; she's nearly invisible
disappearing into the sheets
barely three dimensional
more a sheet of a paper, than a person
her face is
three points, and a squiggle
All those thingsAll those things11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you could only see
just how happy it is
that you make me
maybe one day
how i feel
through your own eyes
perhaps i'll gain the courage
to feel what i once did
and give you all i have
i shall have the courage
to tell you
all the things i long to tell you.
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
Who Cares About...?WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR MISTRESS' EYES?Who Cares About...?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(A Rebuttal to Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXX)
Why should it matter in the least if her
Lips are coral red or pale pink?
If suntanned breasts are worrying you, sir,
You need your head examined, one would think.
And you honestly believe her cheeks and hair
Detract because they differ from the norm?
I doubt you'd find another who would care;
For as they are, they are indeed well-formed.
As to her breath and voice, I will concede
That reeks and rasps as adjectives fit well;
But Listerine will satisfy her need,
And huskiness in speech, a flaw? Do tell!
You love her, faults and all, or so you've said—
So you love her; now cart her off to bed!
The ShellBreaking through the shell at lastThe Shell9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No longer trapped behind the glass
Eyes open, I escape my past
Finally, I'm free
Shout the things that once were thought
Stand up for what I never fought
Venture to find what was sought
From solitude, I flee
Change of season, change of mind
Look ahead and leave behind
Life, it weaves a new design
And grants new guarantee
True conversion or merely change
Mind is open, thoughts are strange
But I surrender to exchange
Barricades for simple glee
Breaking through the shell at last
I am the future with no past
An entity yet unsurpassed
Until they discover me
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Fairytales and LullabiesFairytales and Lullabies10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Put me to sleep,
It'd be my dream.
You can call me Sleeping Beauty.
I can't imagine us being anything.
Kill me now, Take me forever.
My death will be your life's work,
If you consider that of much worth.
Inject me with your poison.
Kill me slowly, kill me quick.
Either way you've won.
I want to be your legacy
Through my darkest pregnancy.
Won't you let me sleep? Goodnight.
Won't you let me die tonight?
Sing me a lullaby and tuck me in tight.
I want to choke.
Baby, won't you read me a story?
The one like a fairytale..
Where everyone's dead in the end.
It's all the same.
I die tonight.
Help Me Help YouHelp Me Help You11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is it
That I can do?
And it will be done.
I can not
I have once
I have twice
Before the three strikes
Before I cut you
Scar you deeper.
How can I help
Be who you were
Be who you are
Be who you want to be
I just can't be there
I'll cause the third strike
Cause more hurt
May even kill you
To Kenz.To Kenz10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart on a string.
Falling down. Through tears. Through pain. Through laughing.
You can't change what you don't believe.
deshacertedeshacerte10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deshacerte con los labios, como en esa noche tibia y callada
como tu piel, desgarrada
desnudarte con la mirada, apuñalarte con mi risa
besarte hasta succionar toda tu sangre
embustero tu corazon que me robo el aliento
una mirada, una sonrisa bastaran, para renacer en ti
esos abrazos despues, me hacen valer mil lagrimas
asi que matame lentamente
RedressIn this nightmare, fear may sayRedress11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
These words I never meant to learn.
Shredding dreams along the way;
Reiterate upon return.
Leather darts awake the night,
To contradict this forty-two.
Crowns of oil awaiting light,
To count the white sheep left to chew.
Taught by whispering to a rose:
Burdening it with silver chains.
To free it now, this gate must close;
And separate evolving pains.
the future is for gypsieswe are all twenty three point five degrees shythe future is for gypsies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of even, a people off-kilter and invariably prodigal, timid
as our buffalo. you have a hometown, i say out loud
while driving in it, and you murmur something about murder,
the dusky war over your head. you say those birds don't
even know about the obliquity of the ecliptic, and here
they are, trying to change it with all their weight in the sky.
twenty three point five, you repeat, your mouth around it
gingerly as a psalm, as a lioness with cubs, and we keep driving.
there are sights: a stripped-wire cherry tree, its fragile arms tipped
with ravens, their children unstrung and clinging to
the window screen. people here grow thin and taut as their
nerves, hysterical with sedentary fear. we've stayed too long,
grown roots, become as player pianos too comfortable in
our tilt. twenty three point five makes echoes in the canyon
of your mouth, awake with heavy birds, bloody with desire
for symmetry. we pass our house and we keep driving.
WordlessI love wordsWordless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I learn so many
From the books
I read, I devour
Think I live
By great authors
By mere words
And I find
From the many
Words I know
Not one sounds
Worlds of WordsAs I readWorlds of Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All my troubles
As I read
I enter into
Of this world
In the far-off
I put down
Ever so slowly
Not taking my
Eyes off the page
I tear my mind
Still, I know
Will be waiting
To welcome me