Her EyesI look into her soft, mellow & tender, longing eyes.Her Eyes9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then I feel her despair, a series of empty breaths, and deepening sighs.
I feel her desire of want and need for love.
The need to be held, a feeling so high; high above.
Her eyes, are empty.
With an attempt to fill that void, I jump into the rabbit hole.
All I want to do is help her, mend her heart and her soul.
How far will it go? I cannot fathom.
For within this poor soul lies a deep, dark chasm.
Her eyes, are deep.
The farther I delve, the better I can see.
The woman here is being taken more and more by me.
I stare longer, an effort to make both happy; even excited.
Her glance, returned my gaze, yet unrequited.
Her eyes, are true.
In her mind I can feel the writhing.
I pull her waist, body pressed to mine; her feelings reviving.
A soft touch of her hand and the sweet nectary taste of her lips…
We explore this vast sea of love, The Passion and Desire, the names of our ships.
Her eyes, are loving.
Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.i.Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these god-hands are barbwire's,
snagging & scarring everything
black tongue bleeding sweet ichor
along the guarded walls
of skeletal frames.
'i want to taste heaven.
it rests there,
just beneath your bones.'
he is a
made of scythes & scalpels,
sewn together with weak thread.
and she is a borrowed tree.
lips that beg, & limbs that snare
will carry him to his grave.
'shh, my sweet-
close your eyes, &
i'll sacrifice you to the heavens.'<i>
I won't cross these streets.I said I wouldn't cross these streets without you.I won't cross these streets.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to my word, I stayed true.
But it hurt a lot, to not be able to walk to you.
It hurt even more, to see you walk off, just you.
I couldn't cross the street, because you didn't hold my hand.
I don't know why I couldn't, or why you left without your man.
You were walking with me, and then you disappeared.
You were on the other side, when you reappeared.
I tried to cross the street, as you beckoned me.
I couldn't without you, it just wouldn't let me.
And then you just walked off, without a glance back.
And I suppose it just proved what everyone says behind my back.
You never really liked me.
It would never work, we could never be.
But thank God, I woke up from that dreadful, horrible, dream.
Now I just fear, next time I won't and it won't be a dream...
The Waltz Of DeathThe white vintage dress I'm wearing this time,The Waltz Of Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The alluring, blood stained sickle is this night my partner to crime.
Performing a gentle pirouette upon the rotten copses,
I embrace the dried bouquet of roses,
I lose myself in this deadly symphony,
Start the waltz of death,
I just sold my jaded soul for this sick melody.
My heart has been corrupted by this wild twinkle,
By the mellow whisper of the sickle,
With one more step I hear another breaking skull,
They are screaming blood, but to me is null,
The waltz of death revenge will bring,
It just broke the last sanity's string.
Smiling, my signature I carve on their torn faces,
I look satisfied at this massacre,
The floor is covered with whacked corpses,
The walls with blood and guts are painted,
The evidence of the laceration they abided.
In the front of my mangled audience,
The waltz of death I'm performing,
Discontinued by an innocent reverence.
The dress is soaked in bitter tears and blood,
The sickle in a chopped
A Loveless DayA Loveless Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Loveless Day
(That Will Never Fade)
This same old dream that I so loath
A vision of a dull world shrouded in gray
As I walk down a never ending road
The colorlessness in everything never seems to decay
In slow motion I suffer alone
Under the liquid-silver droplets of rain
You had no idea how strong my love was
You played a part in the pain that was dealt and done
You didn't experience the ocean of tears that I had to swim through
You didn't see the countless days I had to endure without being around you
You never felt the sickness within the soul that I had kept
You never knew of the quakes in my heart that you had fed
For you I had damaged myself
For you I put myself through hell
But I swear it was worth it
Because now I know how hard life can get
I want you to realize that you aren't a loss
For you will always be known as my first love
This same old reality that I can't let go
A nightmare of a person who is so far away
As I try to run from the world
LingerieEvery woman owns one garmentLingerie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not diamonds
with perfect exteriors--
we are fractured, as we
realize hourglasses can be exchanged
for quartz watches that are
faster, more convenient,
incapable of failure
made by the obsolete.
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,A Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to
ScaredScared3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Souls screaming about the room
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me what I have to know
But pain finishes first
The sticks and stones that hurt
The worst the most
Stars spinning into the night
If I crush one, will it whimper?
I could, but I won't
Because I'm scared
S for sibilant
Carnal delights that hurt and
Remember me? It's
A frightened child
Spiders spinning dark moonshine
If I find them, will they leave?
Giving me their lies
But pain is my champion
First, second, always
Alive in my eyes and ears
Because I'm scared
S for sacrificed
Caring, sweet, little
Angel who cannot
Souls fading about the bed
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me everything
EVICTED SONG CHORDSEVICTED SONG CHORDS5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
G C D
Finn and Jake Set out to find a new home
G C D G
But is gonna be tough For a kid and a dog on there own
Old FeelingsOld feelings I see in youOld Feelings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never really got over them properly
I just rush in to stop the process of that
I hopped in too quickly
I should have let you recover
But if I did what would have happened?
Would you had love me? Would you had love another person?
Would you ever love again?
These questions ran through my mind
And now you are in this mood
A mood of you don't know what to do anymore
You feel trap, wanting to escape
I'm here to help but you wanted to throw it away
Which makes me feel useless, alone, unwanted
That's why I was sighing a lot lately
You made me feel lost, making me not knowing where to go
You say I have a bright future, but I don't know what to do with it
Having a decent income, a family it's there but the question is, would you be in it?
I want you to be in it, I want you to happy again
But it seems you are just confused and frustrated
I try to turn that around but you are not wanting it
You want to try on your own, trying to find yourself
People always want to f
The Fall of Bitter HeartsReaching outThe Fall of Bitter Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing to hold
Temper getting shorter
Still becoming cold
Burning in the shadows
Consumed eternal rage
A shiver in a million
Eyes freezing with hate
Taken to the turmoil
Where fearless men would start
Dragged into the misery
As the weakest ones depart
Convulsions in the body
Tension in the spine
Stand amidst the chaos
With our small desires to die
Purging into venom
Murder's now an art
Because the need for constant violence
Encases bitter hearts.
Monologue To The HollowThese rusty chains of your memory are not wrapped around my hands anymore. These bent, corroded, nails are not implanted in my ill heart from now. With a clash, the poisoned metal that stole so many days, months years? of my life fell down.Monologue To The Hollow3 years ago in Letters More Like This
"The one that stays,
The one that never gains,
The one that's all alone,
She will never move on "
These were the words that a little voice whispered every night in my ear. She was supposed to be me but somewhere, somehow, I managed to change the future. She was supposed to be just a shadow, a ghost, but somewhere, somehow, the feelings started to vanish. Just like you.
"I'm empty inside; you took away my core,
I'm just a reflection of what I've been before."
I used to stare at the night's sky because insomnia was torturing me. I couldn't close my eyes because you were invading my every dream and turn it into a nightmare.
"From the story of your life you tore away a page,
You wiped away such a deplorable stage,
Or maybe it was just
Purity In EssenceGod whispers poetry in my earPurity In Essence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I open forth an inky vein
I say inky because I release it in black
And sometimes blues
It's everything from my ruse to prove
That I'm as normal and happy as
A moon shining over a pair of lovers
But the ink spills over most of the time
While it flows and seeps into the fibers of whiteness
I'm really making crop circles in secret
Crop circles filled with messages to people
People who only see the crops being cut all the time
Always out of season
Or too late
And the ink continues to flow from God's mouth
Through my ears and into my brain
Then out my eyes
And that's usually when it turns blue
Sometimes it comes out of my mouth in sticky black
Causing ink to soak everyone
But they are not touched by the poetry that God tells me
They have stoppered their ears so the ink evades them
So I keep my ruse for those with gobstoppers in their ears
They can be terrified by my crop circles
Writing letters to myself may seem absurd
Still it's all I have to re
The Sun and The MoonThe Sun and The Moon3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The never ending love story,
Of the sun and the moon.
The moon is always chasing,
But forever lives in gloom.
The moon without the sun,
Is as dark as black,
The sun lights up his eye,
And gives his heart an attack.
But the sun doesn't move,
For she knows the true fate,
Of the disaster it would cause,
If they were soul mates.
So the sun doesn't tempt
The moon with his cold,
She just keeps beaming down,
Lighting up the world.
It's an eternal chase,
Which can never be undone.
So the moons heart,
Is always burning for the sun.
Arms Of A StrangerThe view is painted today in such blazing colors,Arms Of A Stranger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But at least are dimmed all the errors.
The vapid grey of his eyes turned into cyan,
While the blonde hair had rapt the shine of the sun,
Bodies without faces are swallowed by the mist one by one.
The distorted sound seems stunning,
But at least is indecipherable every word coming.
My sight is blurred but I think his face reminds me of another "him",
In these whirling waves I can barely continue to swim,
So I hang on this stranger's face,
Catch him in a breath-taking embrace.
The words I said came out so twisted,
But my tongue is knotting,
The phrase was almost spitted
His lips are stretching into a smile of understanding,
A whisper that is supposed to reach me floats away,
But I purport this was okay,
Sure, except the moment when I've almost lost self-control,
A sudden contact of our lips imbued with alcohol.