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Types of AngelsSERAPHIMTypes of Angels2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Meaning: Fiery, Burning
Description/Functions: Positioned above the Throne of GOD
Six winged
Becoming BrianBecoming BrianBecoming Brian2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The soldier coming up on him was swaying, limping, climbing wearily up the stony street towards the terrace. He walked like an old man, thought Brian Strong, though he was scarcely older than Brian himself. He dragged himself along, tripping over the cracks in the cobblestones, hauling behind him a filthy rucksack all covered in gray trench clay. Pausing by the café, the old boy took off his garrison cap and worried it between his black-tipped fingers.
"Well, hey," said Brian Strong. "Sit down and have a drink on me."
Regarding him for a moment, the soldier conceded and sat.
Brian Strong ran his hands over a perfec
BITTER HERBIn the darkest seams of your immortal psyche,BITTER HERB7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the nude brushstrokes of pitch sweeps
against the inside of your skull, where the
Earth is deep with relics beaming timelessness,
will you plant the seeds of Prejudice and Hate
and fall so far beneath a fathomless shroud
that not even a bed of opium poppies could
awaken you from the death you chose to own?
Will you empty your pockets of deboned sweets
and fill them with poultices of bitter herbs?
Will you trade Love for Hell's Hate and
Compassion for Bigotry and Blame? Will you
furrow your soul with dried Desire and the
ashes of Purity long cooled in a stream festering
with promiscuous pois
WITCH'S BREWI can see her, an archaic spectre framed byWITCH'S BREW7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moonlight ether, she haunts this sweet
coffin darkness that tousles my mood to become
a matchstick to her magic, she curls her long
ebony fingers around my soul, a shock of shadows
cling to the midnight skin I wear, dissolving
away the chalk that was left after I impaled
the Dark with my Desires nightmare clear,
smoothly her shadows pile over me and smothers
my Fear, into the damp depths of Nothingness
they rot away, waning like the stranger Day
into familiar Night, I can see her.
She stirs my soul into a storm of evening
embers that flicker and flare and I know
that to her I must
DANCING WITH DEMETEROnce, I met Demeter in the furrows of my Dreams,DANCING WITH DEMETER8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
golden and gilding where my shade on flightless
wing flew inward, I heard her speak to me, words
of honey dripping into an amber remembrance
"never forget" she whispered, "never forget who
you are", so in the nativity of Solitude I practiced
my art, scribbling poems inked with my blood and
tears, I studied the veins of trees and drank the
blood that detoured from them, diluting Obscurity
with Need, Force with Fluidity, turning Burdens
into a garden of Blessings, I learned to assert
my Femininity from watery temple within to the
socialist Darkness without, I learned to be true
to my
A CHAMELEON OF WORDSA snakeskin of words I slip over my soulA CHAMELEON OF WORDS10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a sleeve, though teary-stained its
transparent shine may be, in me each scale
shimmers like an iridescent path that I
must follow, the Silence that I encounter
is a spiraling river of honeymilk, she is
even sweeter once I have familiarized myself
to her melodious hybernation, sticky upon
my lips, I can taste the whispers she left
to linger in me, whispers caught in a flurry
of my soul's pages like a flutter of light
caught between a snake's scales, shining
inward, I make my descent where nothing but
simpleness is the richest treasure I have
unearthed from my reptilian soil, where one
A MURDER OF INNOCENCEI thought I heard it, a cry torn from anA MURDER OF INNOCENCE1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
innocent throat, the Night's luminous fringe
was blemished by the wicked sounds of cruelty
cannibalizing the innocent, broken cries
pitching high pain and fear were all she had
to give as her life was raped by a monster,
cold and cowardly he cloaked his cruel crime
in shadow, this innocent's light soon flickered
as another blow left her broken, her innocence
raped, a soul purely bled died this Night...
and the Silence that followed was so chilling
and final...and I cried as I heard this murder
of innocence, I cried for she who no longer cried.
May 29, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight -
TO AUTUMN, WEARIED OF HIS TAILAutumn, Autumn, my little boy geckoTO AUTUMN, WEARIED OF HIS TAIL1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
blazing brighter than the Twilight Sun,
faster by far you are than the falling
toy of Autumn leaves-but sweeter than
maple sugar you can be, on a day as
subtle as the retreat of Winter's shade
you must have been in a restless mood,
full of sprintime spunk and fiesty show,
for when I attempted to remove you from
your rustic home so I may complete my
cleansing duties you put on a show of
such freaky woe I had never seen before!
Autumn, Autumn, wearied of your tail
you must have been for my maternal care
failed to calm the panic fluttering in
your little breast-until finally you
dropped your sl
CANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGSDragons, those immortal guardians of FireCANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGS1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and Treasure, I see them in the candleflame
flickering tongues of Immortality, they haunt
the Silence that clings to the Darkness,
I could never be indifferent to them or the
insanity that comes to me in my awkward hours,
it is then I am most comfortable, my home
flickers with the dragons that live in the
candleflame, and Yesterday's blue halcyon
rain makes me wet with unrequited Desires.
Dragons, how I love their smoldering licks that
transform the shadows into words, and me into
the weeping resemblance of a normal person, but
being normal is death to my awkward brilliance
-I am a match
NaPoWriMo: Day 3I often wander hereNaPoWriMo: Day 31 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this vast grave of faded bliss
where a king dined and bled for all
that glory which was as God's own kiss.
I knew it once, yes
that faint song sung by a child
it spoke of a son, dead
when villains set alight his home
And burned his king's own name.
I often visit this
this place that even ghosts forsook
where men fought and bled and felt
that rage once seen in a devil's look.
I often come here
to stand where the king once stood
in this cold and restless place
where his regal court gathered, all
unsuspecting of my plot.
I cannot leave until
I am free from dead, burning eyes
of king, son, queen, all b
HATCHING WITH THE DAWNOne May Morning I tasted the Dawn with her rosyHATCHING WITH THE DAWN1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nuptuals, trembling and weeping and breathing
through the vestal veins of my home, I tasted
the Dawn, tissue-tied to my bridal senses, I tasted
her, I felt her, with cream and crimson carnations
heightening my Poet's circulation I lived her,
as my eyelids opened and left behind the poverty
of dry absence-my heart was maternally moistened,
my newly awakened eyes were liberally misted by
the stimulating sight I saw, the precious sight of
Odyssey's eggs caught in the perfect pose of hatching.
One by one little heads appeared, slicked wet by
the silent oozing of their egg fluid, thick li
FORSAKENED-NEVERDaylight was never new to me, the hemlineFORSAKENED-NEVER1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of her hours was always too high, and I was
the dusky murmur that sought the shelter
of some nocturnal retreat, Daylight has never
been my friend, her Sun scorched my Silence
and rattled my Stillness, she was too proud
to follow my natural resonance so she banished
my eyes to the outskirts of reality-curtailing
the tempo of my possibility-while her highways
rushed with the exhaust of her artificial
relays, Daylight was never kind to me, her
rays blemished my blossom with too much cheery
Sun and not enough moony cascade, she could
never understand the magic I invoked from the
secret place
SLITHERS IN THE SANDWhen brassy Days overbrim your cup with strange clamorSLITHERS IN THE SAND1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
can you feel me brush your cheek where many tears laid
their sorrow, can you hear the whispers of my ghostly enamor
as you weep for another memory never to fade?
When Nights skim the surface of your silent pleasures
my love is still there, a violet rarity few others have shared,
can you feel me with you, filling you with the treasure
of our piece of Eternity, can you feel my sighs in the air?
When Dawn fades to Dusk and in nocturnal hours you hide,
can you sense my lingering spirit and feel my embrace
cool against your heat, your candlelit writings I have spied,
do you know it'
SHIPWRECKEDEven on the driest of days I am wet,SHIPWRECKED1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you still scent my skin with stormy skies
and the rain that clings to your footsteps,
your eyes-a warm shower that melts the
frost from my horizon, your voice-a cloud
burst that fills my pores when sighs are
not enough, my thoughts are a mist that
drifts like a lost soliloquy onto your side
of the Sea, tenderly dissipating in the
rainy haze of every kiss, but your love
was more a trickle than a downpour, leaving
my phials half-dry with Desire, my waters
rising without my floodgates being released
to enjoy the fathoms of no regret...but
dew still clings to my petals and more
than a few drops
CRYSTAL HEARTThrough a tousle of cloud and eggshell blue I heard TimeCRYSTAL HEART1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
laugh unkind, my life a series of wispy scenes was maimed
by others' cruel jest, my hurt humidified by their crime,
they tried to clog my silence with sound, my spirit untamed.
Through my tender years I encased my heart in a crystal lair
where dreams were tossed with technicolor thoughts, but the bones
of my feelings were too shallow under the Stars-the pain was there
too, pulsing to be seen, blood I spied as I searched for home.
Within my crystal heart many shoreline scars I still wear,
a tattoo of hurt I carry inside where none can see but the breeze
that blows pulverized da
VESTAL VIGILPurelyVESTAL VIGIL1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she looked down from where she sat on the
rim of a Star, watching as the milky way
flowed continuously past her, piercing the
blue veil where her sad thoughts took refuge,
a hymn slanting softly from the bare murmurings
of her lips she breathed into the austere
atmosphere, where she stood and watched the
fall of one of her cherished daughters...
a tear slipped free, from the crystal cabinet
of her eyes a single tear fell.
Down
she gazed at her daughter feeling sure that her
chastity was immortal, a warm quilt under which
she slept, behind closed doors she lived alone
with Nature's kin her only family, she didn't
know th
MY SNOW ANGELBy the soft murmurings of candlelightMY SNOW ANGEL1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how you came to be my baby:
you came to me in the whiteness of the
snow, glistening like the last hour of
Eternity, melting like the first kiss of
Innocence... falling, slowly falling into
the admiring Twilight of I, the Sky was
full of angels who blessed that magical
Night for I felt the magic of each snow-
flake bejeweling me in their white purity,
leaving behind a gift of powdery softness,
their spirit so fresh and wholesome
fell into me, into my heart just like
you did, my Ambrosia Sugarberry.
My Snow Angel, purely you came to me
in the magic of the snow, a gift of love
you
TO BE A MILLENNIUMThrough the Night's scarlet heat I sit hereTO BE A MILLENNIUM1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in reverie fashion, my nose perceives the subtle
scent of Autumn's ore sweeten the bare breeze
and I wonder what it would be like to be a
Millennium, to be the soul of Infinity, older
than the oldest extreme where each mortal life
was just a cookie bite, a dimple, a flickering
candle, a single book in Time's limitless library,
what would it be like to witness their gregarious
growth, to grieve for the mangling waste that
they in fiendish fashion caused, to rejoice for
the compassion and the once estranged empathy
they learned to share, to see them grope for
understanding and then see it
A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR NUTMEGLike birthday wishes softly crackling,A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR NUTMEG1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
candles burn through the nocturnal layers
of my home, rich red and purple veins
crisscross beneath my skin, tonight my
memory evaporates in a conversation of
color that I furnish with pen on paper,
sweetened by velvety thoughts of Nutmeg
for it's her birthday, two years has
she encircled me with her sticky feet
and gecko leaps and her red dalmatian
decor, two years has she left behind
her little footprints, delicate as the
rinsing out of graffiti from my heart,
my days have been gladdened by her
salt-and-spice recognition, my life
has been carved open by her reptile
religion, and love is
RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTUMNMy dreams of you unfurl the scent of Autumn,RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTUMN1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fond recurrence of Sky blue and vanilla
clouds whispering by, crisping into the soft
browns of my eyes that search for you where
gravity no longer exists, the sugar maple leaves
lose their inhibitions and so do I-in my dreams
where the mist rolls in from the lip of a Star,
gently tumbling Eternity in the many sensational
perceptions that I perceive filtering through
my Autumn-hushed eyelids, recollections of
when we ran together, our lips primed with the
indelicate kiss of the Flame we dared to touch.
Our memory stash we bronzed before we imploded
like a pile of combustible leaves
JELLYFISH SOCIETYIn another world floating free without the pullingJELLYFISH SOCIETY2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sigh of a tether, floating free like a watery cloud
it is here that there's a jellyfish society, seen
through the turquoise eye of enveloping waters,
jellyfish swim-a thousand or more-gentle in their
birthright, delicate as the Night, glorious at
touchable sight, jellyfish swim like a delicate
dream of petals in cream, an ethereal splendor like
fairies living underwater, such are the jellyfish
I see in the weaving wonders of my sleep, so harmless
they live as one of the most gentle creatures in
the Ocean's hearth-like snakes and lizards are on
Earth, to me fruit eating geckos must
THE OCTOPUSA strange Beauty you are, dwelling in theTHE OCTOPUS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
submarine Sea with your eight limbs and huge
opalescent eye that sees the dazzle of the
bosom deep, your body rests on a nest of
sponge and coral, painted as it is in the
hues of the kisses shared by the Sky and
Sea, you wait by caverns that trap food to
feed your appetite to excess, the shrimp
that know not of your silent stealth until
they feel themselves trapped by your suction
creepers, dear Giant of the Deep, you are
familiar with the crustacean stare and the
waves' calm and stormy stir, nymphs play to
the sound of Sea-trumpets that for you are
but a distant lullaby, a melodious ch
The calm before the storm...Is the calm before the storm a prelude of the next dawn?The calm before the storm...2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
...I wonder...
Now I had new bright glass eyes, ...but I had no friend to share them with... the possibility of his demise being my fault was eating me alive, like a fire burning inside my chest.., I wold had ripped apart my eyes if I knew he would come back home, but it was too little too late...
I was now sitting on 'mothers' bed, ...such dreams I had achieved thanks to this eyes.., and still, inside, I felt miserable, not worthy of it...
It was then wen "he", the favorite, came along with an arrogant look on it's face, and said "What's the mater piece of junk?, sad for something
Basurita's blue eyes..."Some time has passed since I wrote those forgotten words on some lost place.., and yet I still battle for the care of the world surrounding me. "Can the Spring be so cold?" I often wonder... then I can only think, how awful wold be the next winter...Basurita's blue eyes...2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Everyone seems to be happy, and proudly stare to each others face, they play and run.., they joke and talk.., yet, when I get close, the silence floods the room... as they expect me to leave once again to my cold corner on the floor.
I go back to look for "her", and whisper about my cold feet again, as usually, she ignores me... but one day, I see my grandma', standing by... close t
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