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ValhallaFearless, unwearied, to Valhalla I ride,Valhalla9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a spear in my hand, and a sword at my side;
Wet still with the blood of those who fell,
Sent screaming headlong into hell.
Golden my harness, golden my shield,
Red the spear I yearn to wield,
A final time in battle's light;
A god, eternal as the night.
At Valhalla's gates I stand;
Stood proud at Odin's right hand.
Now, at last, in death, I am free.
White robed Valkyries carrying me,
Through blood-streaked golden skies,
Fierce as the fire that dances in their eyes.
And in those eyes, I see once more,
The darkness of death beyond Asgard's door.
Never AgainNever Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have you forgotten
slumped there
needles in your arms
pupils dilated into black holes
sucking at my soul
like onyx glimmers from dead granite
blank eyes stare
your veins drip poison
while drool slips from your lips
I remember you said never again
you said it with conviction
my changed man
I knew what you knew
your demon, my bane
I drink my coffee
black as your eyes
watching to make sure
your chest will still rise
your heart still beats
even if it is not for me
I am no longer the fix you need
CatDeath can be graceful when you are ableCat5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to consider the eloquence of
fading life - of final words,
pictures on memorial slide
shows and the last time you
sat for a meal with him or
her - life can fade, can
slink over the fence like
a cat, and the impression left,
being greatness, is subtle, but
nonetheless great.
Creature in the mist p3Creature in the mist p32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The two kits woke to the humid smell of the rainforest-like territory. it was damp, and there was birds squawking noisely everywhere. Kona sat up, giving herself a quick tongue-bath. seeing that Nightpool was already up, and sitting at the den entrance. Kona walked up to her, "good morning, Nightpool." Nightpool had a worried look on her face. "whats wrong?" the little kit mewed. the she-cat sighed. "we don't have much time left." Kona sat, confused. "wha-what do you mean?"
Nightpool looked at the tiny kit. "we don't have much time till' the 'creature' takes over all the forests, and makes all the animals his slaves." "wait, what? who are yo
All That Hallow's EveAll That Hallow's Eve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I traveled alone all that Hallow's Eve,
a living spirit amongst the walking dead,
and gazed at the many goblin faces twisted in feigned horror,
poised for torment and the pleasure it would bring,
ready to consume all fright with a hungry thoughtlessness.
Captains of war, painted and armed, patrolled the streets.
Accountable orders were brandished with 9mm authority: "Disperse!"
Bravado spewed forth like blackened, age-old blood.
A retort echoed from a few houses down,
a "Crack!" delivered from another Jr. Captain
as he ran to his next confectionery deployment.
I heard voices all that night;
the wind carried the
He saidHe said; let the music sing to you.He said1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here's the deal,
You sing I'll listen.
I'm tired, and
The voice in my head is
Silent today.
You sing.
You sing, I'll listen and
Hear the sound of your soul
Reaching out for my soul,.
(what if this is the way
Sleeping beauty woke, not a kiss, but the
Song on his lips)
You sing, I'll listen, and
Let the song hold onto me, I'll
Taste it, roll in it,
Wear it in my hair.
Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow,
I'll wake up,
Tomorrow I'll remember the
Song of my heartbeat, the
Shiver of my skin, the wind
Tangled in my hair, that song
That whispers from
Everywhere in
My own voice.
Y
You Have Nice Shoelaces4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word
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UnknownUnknown8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She admires the damage in others
Her twisted form of jealousy.
The breaking of a heart
And the touch of a razor blade
The only true pain she has ever known.
Her heart reaches for broken souls
Taking them into her cold embrace
To amend for her sick envy...
Her infatuation
Her melancholy
Her rage.
Her guilt for being ordinary
Knows no bounds.
As she clings to injured hands
Wishing to heal them
But secretly...
Wanting to be like them.
Her reason for which
Is still Unknown.
Too soonToo soon1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have some things to say
Before you slip away
You try to guard your heart
Because your awful part
I feel your pain
But don't let it make you lame
I say this not as a friend
Nor with advise to lend
I observe with a deeper feeling
One very more sealing
So ill look and be near
But i will fear
You will never love me
But we will wait and see
The Stepmother's TaleI found a man in my garden bed,The Stepmother's Tale2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Picking herbs for his wife, he said,
For she was hungry and heavy with child.
"For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled.
So after the birth, I took her away
To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay.
I was her mother, she my one care--
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!"
But then a prince came and stole her young heart,
So I cut her long locks and let her depart.
I took her tresses for my own
And saw how beautiful I had grown.
Then I wondered: could I, too,
Find a prince so valiant and true?
I married a king, to my delight,
With one daughter named Snow White.
Though his age w
not much we can do about itnot much we can do about it1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you remember when you were young?
When the world seemed so bright.
The stars shined ever so bright every night.
You were happy to just play all day,
Never knew you were wasting your life away.
You were a child,
and to you the future was so bright.
You couldn't wait to grow up and make a difference,
to show the world who you were.
But then you grew up.
You had to go to school.
Your wild spirit was labeled as a mental defect.
You were told to shut up and sit down.
They didn't care what you stood for,
because you were a child,
and children don't know what they're talking about, right?
Through the years you were told you
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