THE CROWGlistening feathers,
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Smoking gun.Help,Smoking gun.3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I'm lost in a flurry of ash,
Flying like moths, and curling
Around the edges of my frame,
and teasing At the ends of my fingertips,
For I am lost,
You are my battered and
ripped map which led me here,
You feed the fire in my soul,
And dream in plumes of smoke.
I am fire, and I'm burning up,
I am bright and fleeting,
And without you, I'm nothing,
But clouds of ash and smoke,
You inspire the bold, the bright.
And only together, are we complete.
The Radiance of LoveThe room is dim, but the light is bright.The Radiance of Love6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
A tender flicker of radiance is overtaking the candlelight.
It is the glow in her soul that defeats the shadows
And illuminates the opaque path of the night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
And the ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Are vanquished by her smile
And her scent and her embrace.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I can see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
And those three oft-repeated words are abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot turn back nor do you want to.
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fallTo Be Thin1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
Sticks and StonesThis poem is dedicated to my friend who is going through a rough patch right now.Sticks and Stones3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"This life is filled with hurt, when happiness doesn't work" -Three Days Grace, Pain
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can break something deeper.
The pain never ceases to grow,
On and on it fills my mind,
Day and day it haunts,
In my mind it taunts,
What is wrong with me?
Why do they do this?
I wish I didn't care,
I wish I could be strong,
I wish I could tell them to back off.
But I care,
But I've tried to be strong,
But they won't listen when I say "back off".
Can't you see the pain,
That your words cause me?
Can't you see my desperate plea?
I need help!
Won't anyone help me?
Won't anyone stand up for me?
Won't anyone say enough is enough?
Or will you all stand by,
While part of me dies?
Enough is enough!
I can't take it anymore!
These dark thoughts fill my mind,
With whispers of death and pain.
I grab a blade,
Shining in my hand,
It's deadly blade at my command,
I place it t
profound truths + sincere liestheres beauty to the profound truthprofound truths + sincere lies6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
bells strike a chord with a golden ring,
holy light beams shoot from your chest, raw and powerful.
the silvery blue depths surround you,
strike the soul and pour inside,
forming a pool at the bottom
and a smile crosses your lips
because it makes you want to cry.
theres beauty to the sincere lie
intricate, smooth, flowing musically in the ear,
lyrical as the wails of the violin,
breathy, whispered words wrap both the teller and the listener
in a desperate need to believe.
dont know whos trying to fool who anymore.
just need the sweetness of painted promises
and artful falsehoods
for the moment.
theres beauty to these things and more
whether theyre raw, cutting into oneself
or comforting messages to cling to like a favorite teddy bear
theres beauty to the artificial purity thats trusted,
snow-white lilies and sapphire truths that turn out to be no more than
the perfectly fashioned cos
Enter MeEnter Me5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Open the door to all that is wrong
Come see how I see, It won't take long
Imagination gives you the gift of true sight
Use your mind to see the darkness of light
Close your eyes to all that is real
Join my world and feel how I feel
Touch the fire that burns deep in my heart
Fear the truth that this is only the start
Go deeper inside and drink in my pain
See the place where innocence is slain
Go forth and sit in the place of true cold
Know what I know loves truth to be told
Understand now this wasteland is me
So open your eyes, go on, be free
Listen to the truth in all that I say
The weakness is love and the price high to pay.....
Big Bad Monster .:1:.Big Bad Monster .:1:.3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Big Bad Monster
Chapter one: Hell
"Daddy is .home!" He slurred as he walked through the front door dropping the keys on the floor and kicking dirty shoes in different directions.
Jesse quickly heard dads voice and fear quickly set in. She wanted to run to the safety of her older brothers room but his room was all the way in the basement and if she did run, she would run into their drunken father.
"Aww .I don't get a .hug or a kiss for dear old dad?" He continued as he walked around the dim-lighted house. "Don't hide from daddy .cuz I know where you are ."
Jesse quickly grabbed her prized possession, a cute soft baby brown teddy bear that her mom gave her before died, and then she gathered all her courage and went into the hallway. She quietly made her way into the main hallway but it was difficult to see because it was pitch black so poor Jesse had to feel her way but then her hand caught a light switch and illuminated the hallway and standing d
Normality for the OutcastStop calling me close with insincere words,Normality for the Outcast6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You surround me, say you want me to feel Welcome,
but I know the score.
I play along with your halfhearted lies,
feign a desire to sit With you
while all the while you forget Im there,
shunt me Out via inside jokes and pointless immaturity.
Youll never understand me and youll never bother to try
Because you only want me to act Normal
So you dont have to mention the undeniable fact that Im the lone wolf
Trailing the pack only because survival is easier that way,
And you can keep pretending youre not guilty
of making me Outcast.
Pollock1Pollock3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Pollock, a frontiersman, a desperado.
all that he was, all that he had struggled against becoming,
destroyed in a moment of self-mutilation.
His future ended on an empty road.
He crashed through the closed gates of his anguish
into the void of oblivion.
he left the road permanently, written off,
along with the remains of the vehicle he drove and the corpse